Chapter 5

Martha called me on the twenty-ninth from a number I didn't recognize. "I'm on my sister's phone," she said quickly. "I shouldn't be doing this. But I can't sleep, Mrs. Blackwood. I haven't slept since Christmas." "Tell me." A long breath. "There is no rule." I sat down on the edge of Priya's couch. "Mrs. Eleanor never made any rule about spouses. Her own daughter-in-law sat at that table the first Christmas after the wedding. Mr. Adrian made it up." "No," I said. It came out like a child's...