to tell you everything.
Mara stared at the screen.
Nora read her face and frowned. “What is it?”
Mara looked back toward the closed ballroom doors, behind which the family story was finally tearing along the seams.
Then she looked down at the message again.
“There’s more,” she said.
Outside, black water struck the pilings below the hotel in steady, unforgiving waves.
And for the first time in her life, Mara understood that being erased had not been the whole truth.
It had only been the beginning.
