His eyes opened.
“No.”
“Then who did?”
“I don’t know.”
I looked at him.
“But you were the last person with her.”
“Yes.”
“What happened?”
Ben took a shaky breath.
“Last night, she asked me a question.”
“What question?”
“She asked whether you were my wife.”
I almost smiled through my tears.
“What did you say?”
“I said yes.”
“What did she say?”
Ben looked at me.
“She said, ‘Then she’ll help us.’”
My heart cracked.
“What did she mean?”
“I don’t know.”
He stood.
“She gave me something.”
“What?”
“A key.”
He reached into his pocket.
A small brass key lay in his palm.
“What does it open?”
“We don’t know.”
“Who is we?”
Ben looked at me.
“Arnold.”
I remembered Arnold’s tears.
“What does Arnold know?”
