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She rubbed her tired eyes. "I know Joanne kept in touch with him. She'd mention it here and there...'talked to the lawyer today', but she kept the details close to her chest. Said it was safer that way. And then… weeks later, she was gone. Her car wrapped around a tree on a night she was supposedly just running errands in the city."
Rachel's voice cracked again. "It was the worst news I ever got. Called me at the diner, right in the middle of my shift. I dropped a whole tray of plates. I can't even begin to imagine how you must have felt, dear."
Adrien went completely silent next to me, his gaze fixed on the worn carpet, something dark and heavy settling over his features. I could feel the weight of it coming from him...confirming that his mother had been scared, that she'd been planning, that her death might not have been the random tragedy everyone assumed.
