Now he looked at her as if she were a stranger.
“Tell me everything,” she ordered.
Daniel walked into the hallway.
He picked up the burgundy shoe and held it with care.
“They belonged to Rebecca.”
Evelyn felt the floor move beneath her feet.
Rebecca, her younger sister, had died five years earlier in a crash on Interstate 55. Evelyn had never been able to say her name without feeling consumed by guilt. She had canceled the trip at the last minute, leaving Rebecca to drive fourteen-year-old Noah to his tournament.
Noah survived.
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Rebecca did not.
“Those shoes were stored in my mother’s basement,” Evelyn said. “Why did you bring them here?”
Daniel lowered his gaze.
“Because Noah began hearing her walking.”
Evelyn gave a short, disbelieving laugh.
“Don’t make things up, Daniel.”
“I’m not inventing anything. Seven weeks ago was the anniversary of the accident. Noah stopped sleeping. He said Rebecca walked through the hallway every night and stopped outside his bedroom door. I found the shoes while I was searching through some boxes. I thought that if he saw them and understood where the sound in his memory came from, he might be able to face it.”
