Chapter 88 The Third Rose Bush

"Say that again," Megan said.

Dennis Pruitt did not lower his eyes. The spade shook in his hand. "Your mother is not in the churchyard, Miss Megan. She never was."

The conservatory went quiet. Rain ticked on the glass.

"I laid daisies on that grave every March," Megan said.

"I know. I watched yo...

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