Chapter 81

She leaned back in the booth and wiped her moist eyes with a napkin. “I—” She shook her head, blowing her nose into the napkin. Balling it up and shoving the dirty paper in her breast pocket, she looked up at Philip and me. “I’m so glad you’re both here.”

“Of course,” Philip said, grabbing her hand.

“I don’t mean because of Henry’s death.”

I looked at Philip who looked at me uneasily, thoughts swelling behind his eyes. We both turned to my mother. “What is it, Mom?”

She swallowed, licked her dry licks, and closed her eyes. “I don’t want to be alone anymore.” Her words were unsettling.

My heart hammered. The hair along my neck tingled. I shivered.

I don’t want to be alone anymore

“What do you mean, Mom?” I was afraid to ask.