Epilogue
“I don’t think he’ll ever forgive me,” Alison said.
Eva looked up to her. Her dark hair was tucked under a wool hat, and she wore a pink winter coat. Alison knew her cousin understood far more than anyone gave her credit for. At eight years old, she’d experienced more than a kid should have. At times, she really was the little sister Alison had always wanted.
“Did you say you’re sorry?” Eva said. “Because Marcus and Charlotte always say to just say you’re sorry. I know Marcus says he’s sorry to Charlotte a lot, when he works late, when she gets mad at him. Sometimes I wonder what he did. I asked him once, and he said sometimes you just have to say it when someone is upset, even when you don’t know what you did.”
Alison found some amusement in the relationship between Marcus an
