Chapter 259. What A Mother Does
SHERRY
I had not planned to go to Sedona. I had not planned, even to be on the flight, to actually go to the Lincoln Park house; I had told myself I was simply visiting an old friend, that the proximity to all of this was incidental, that I would decide what to do once I arrived and not before.
This was not entirely honest. I understood that, sitting in the back of the car as it pulled up to a Georgian house on a tree-lined street I had no business knowing the address of, except that Logan had mentioned it once, distracted, and I had quietly remembered.
I told the driver to wait.
A woman answered the door. Jennifer, I assumed, though we'd never met. The mother who had apparently taken my former daughter-in-law back into a family I had no claim on whatso
