Entonces una posibilidad terrible cruzó mi mente.
Susan had been extraordinarily close to Robert.
He trusted her.
He knew his routines, his customs and many details of our marriage.
And he had remained by my side for the months after his death.
I slowly turned to her.
“Susan, I need you to answer a question.
Me miró.
—Por favor.
Vacilé.
Then I asked the question that I suddenly terrified to say out loud.
—¿Esto tiene algo que ver con Robert?
Susan closed her eyes.
His shoulders sank.
Y una lágrima rodó por su mejilla.
No dijo que sÃ.
He didn’t say no either.
But after forty-two years of friendship, he knew his expressions better than anyone.
And the expression on his face revealed to me that my husband’s name was in the center of the secret that he had been hiding for so long.
