Amelia spun around to see the last person she wanted to see. Isabel stood in the partly opened door, holding onto the knob as if it were a lifeline. A pained expression crossed her face and she grimaced as if the pain manifested itself physically.

“Honey?” Alex said.

Isabel’s relation to Alex was brought home to Amelia with painful clarity. She knew at some point she’d have to broach this subject with Isabel, but she’d hoped it would be later. Amelia needed to time wrap ...