She put her hand on my arm and said, “It’s okay. I don’t either.” She sank into the chair behind her. “I’m glad it’s over. . . but I’m a widow now, too.”
I sat down in the chair beside her and took a deep breath. This woman was an entirely different one than the woman who was here just a few days ago accusing Marcus of murder. “I can’t imagine,” I said. “Do you all have everything you need? I could arrange a meal train or bring over some frozen dinners.”
She gave me a half-smile “Actually, we’re enjoying the chance to eat out a lot. We weren’t really allowed to do that before.” Her eyes fell to her lap. “He just couldn’t trust me. I don’t know why. He just couldn’t, and when I tried to figure out what had happened that made him that way . . .”
I reached over and took her hand. “Sometime
