“Darling,” my mother cried as I stepped out of the car. “You look radiant.”
“Hello, Mother,” I replied, brushing past her and into the house.
“Don’t run off. I want to hear all about your honeymoon, and then I want to show you how fantastic the renovations have turned out,” she said enthusiastically.
“I told you she would forget about the letter,” I whispered.
“Everything arrived as expected?” Roger asked as he joined in on her excitement.
I didn’t wait to hear her response. “I’m tired. Roger, let’s sleep in my old suite tonight and see everything new tomorrow.” I walked away, focused on getting to my room, leaving them in the corridor behind me.
“Come back, Blanche,” my mother called after me.
I increased my pace. I did not want to talk about the possibility that I was pregnant. I
