quietly I almost didn’t catch it.
“Granny. Next time Aunt Lisa comes, pretend you’re still asleep.”
I pulled back to look at him. “What? Why?”
He grabbed my hand and squeezed it so hard it hurt. His eyes were wide and pleading and far too old for his face.
“Please. Just do it. Then you’ll understand why I wouldn’t leave you.” His voice wobbled. “You need to hear what she says when she thinks you can’t hear her.”
Before I could ask him a single thing more, footsteps stopped right outside my door.
Walter’s face went white.
“Granny,” he breathed. “She’s here.”
I barely had time to close my eyes.
Part Two: What She Said in the Dark
The door opened. I heard the click of heels I’d recognize anywhere.
My daughter. My Lisa.
For one foolish second, I nearly opened my eyes. I nearly said her name. Whatever Walter