Then, several months later, she withdrew from us.
She claimed visiting the house hurt too much.
I believed her.
I called Hannah.
“Do you remember meeting my aunt Julia?”
“At your graduation party.”
“Did you tell her about Lucas?”
Silence.
Then:
“Yes.”
Hannah’s voice changed.
“I had received a call from him that night. I was crying in the bathroom. Julia found me.”
“You told her everything?”
“Yes.”
The final pieces settled into place.
