“I’ll tell you what happened,” Mr. Gray said. “But you mustn’t say anything to Amy yet.”
“I won’t,” I promised.
I heard Mr. Gray groan. I could tell his memories were painful. But he began telling his story.
“During the first years of our marriage, my wife worked for a family of wealthy Alphas. There was a widowed Luna, her son and daughter-in-law, a grandson, and two granddaughters who lived in the family’s ancestral mansion.”
“Who were they?” I asked.
“The Archers,” he replied.
“I wonder if I’ve met them,” I said.
“Probably, all you Alphas seem to know each other,” he replied.
“Anyhow,” he continued. “My Brenna was a maid there for over three years when she went to work early one morning and found a newborn baby girl in a canvas tote bag on the backdoor stoop.”
“Somebody left a
