Chapter Two
Jack needed a second.
He stared at Iris, whose face was so much like his wife’s. Her chest rose as she waited for him to say something, as if waiting for the other shoe to drop. The blue of her eyes resembled his wife’s in some ways, but where Karen’s cheeks were plump, Iris had a narrow face and nose, and her lips were not quite as full.
He realized that what she’d just said concerned something he’d always seen as a big black circle of mystery about his wife’s father, just something none of the O’Connells spoke of.
Jack stood up and dragged his hand over his face, hearing the scrape of whiskers. Iris pressed her lips together, and he found himself looking to the door and hesitating, wondering when Karen would be done with her motion at the courthouse and back. It could be
