"Yes."
"Did Clara come here to stop you?"
"She came because I called her."
"Why?"
"Because I was afraid I would ask you to stay."
The words hurt differently.
I sat down again.
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David took a breath.
"I have a small house outside Valletta. Ruth inherited it from her sister. I planned to sell it after this trip."
"You live in England."
"Part of the year. I started spending winters here after Ruth died."
"So even that was a lie."
"I told you I was visiting for the first time this year. I let you hear what you expected."
"You said, 'First time in Malta?' as if it was your first time too."
"I know."
I reached for the envelope.
My fingers trembled.
"Have you read it?"
"No."
"How do I know that?"
"You don't."
That answer was the first thing he said all evening that made me trust him a little.
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I opened the envelope.
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