Lucy stared at the text message, her hands trembling. The words seemed to pulse on the screen: [Ask your husband about Catherine.]
She looked at the pill bottle again—Catherine Ashcroft. William had never mentioned having a sister, but that didn't mean anything. There was so much about his life she didn't know.
A knock on her door made her jump. She quickly shoved the pill bottle into her nightstand drawer and deleted the text message.
"Come in," she called, trying to steady her voice.
Margaret entered, looking apologetic. "Mrs. Ashcroft, you have a visitor. Miss Isabel Carson is in the drawing room."
Lucy's stomach sank. The last person she wanted to see right now was her stepsister. "Did she say what she wants?"
"Just that it's a family matter. She seemed quite insistent."
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