‘What?’

‘You set the fire.’

‘She was my sister…’

‘The same sister you stole men from?’

‘That’s different. I loved Judy, you know that. And she loved me.’

‘So tell me why Judy chose to betray your trust all of a sudden.’

‘I don’t know, Laura. I wondered that myself. I know how it must look, but I did not set that fire. I swear. Try to understand. I was only trying to do what was best. And if you look at it from a distance, wasn’t it working out, Laura? Until you fell in love with David, everything was wonderful. James loves you more than anything in the world.’

‘No, Mother. He loves a lie.’

‘Don’t say that. He loves you. Biology doesn’t mean a damn thing. If we had adopted you, he’d still love you just as much, right?’

‘But you didn’t adopt me. You created a lie.’

‘A lie that was working just fine until you stopped listening to me.’

‘Stopped listening to you?’

‘Once I realized that David was Sinclair’s son, I begged and pleaded with you not to see him. Why didn’t you listen to me, Laura? Why didn’t you stay away from him? I tried to stop you. I was sure I could. But then you ran off to Australia and got married. So I followed you. I had no choice.’

‘Why couldn’t you just tell me the truth?’

Mary’s eyes never left her daughter’s. ‘My deception was thirty years old by then, Laura. The lies were snugly wrapped around this family. I was afraid of what would happen if they were suddenly removed. So I went to Australia to talk with David, to tell him the truth. I told no one I was going – not even Judy. When I arrived, I called David at your hotel. He was surprised, of course, but he agreed to meet me in my room at the Pacific International Hotel. We talked for a very long time. Oh Laura, it was the most awful thing. David was so confused. One minute he was furious and storming about the room. The next he was crying. Every word I said tore him apart. He was so devastated. Remember, you’re hearing it after the fact. But David had to decide what to do. He loved you. He couldn’t live without you. But he also knew how badly you wanted children and how dangerous it would be to ignore the truth. Suddenly, his whole world was anchored to ice. And my words were pulling up that anchor. When I spoke to your father a few days later and he told me David had drowned, I knew that my words had been the cause of it. I just wanted him to leave you, Laura. You have to believe me. I wish there had been another way but there wasn’t. I couldn’t just sit back and let you marry your brother. You see I had no choice, don’t you?’

Laura fell back. She let the tears spill down her face. Oh David, I don’t care what the world thought. We could have made it work. We could have adopted kids for chrissake. Or you could have just left me. Anything but what you did.

A new voice chased away her thoughts.

‘Hello?’ James called out. ‘Anybody home?’

Laura and Mary both spun. James stood in the doorway, his medical bag in one hand, his briefcase on the floor by his foot. His eyes widened in surprise and concern as he looked at both his wife and daughter.

‘What is going on here?’ he asked.

‘Nothing, honey,’ Mary answered quickly.

James turned toward his daughter and studied her face. ‘Laura,’ he began, ‘is there anything wrong?’

Love and sadness rushed through her. Laura wanted so much to hug him, to put her arms around him and tell him how much he meant to her. How many times had he comforted her when she needed it? How many times had he sacrificed his own wants for hers? Countless. She glanced briefly at her mother and wondered if she should tell him the truth, if she should tell him just what kind of a woman he had married. But what good would it do? It would only hurt him. He had lived with her and loved her for more than thirty years. If he was still blind to her faults, it was because he chose to be.

‘Nothing, Dad.’

‘You look upset. You both look upset.’

‘We were just having a heart-to-heart,’ Laura said. ‘It got a little emotional, that’s all.’

Mary looked at her daughter gratefully, but Laura did not give her the satisfaction of being acknowledged.

‘I see,’ James said, but his tone said otherwise. ‘Serita’s car is outside. Do you want to invite her in?’

‘No, I have to go.’ Ignoring her mother completely, Laura picked up her coat, put it on, and kissed her father goodbye.

‘I love you, Dad,’ she said to him.

His smile seemed sad. ‘I love you too, sweetheart.’

‘I better go now.’ Without another word, Laura walked down the corridor. When she reached the door, she turned one last time and looked back at her parents, both staring at her worriedly. They seemed so small, so vulnerable, and yet it was a familiar, comforting picture to Laura. James and Mary Ayars. Her mother and father.

Laura opened the door and stepped out into cold night air. She had no way of knowing that she would never see them together again.

The wind swirled its blades of cold through the Boston night. T.C. wrapped his arms around himself in a futile attempt to keep warm. This was not an evening to be outside. This was an evening to curl up in bed, throw an extra comforter or two over you, and just watch something mindless on T.V.

He blew air into his fists and then dug his hands into his pockets. Like a true idiot, he had left his gloves at home. His hands and feet were beginning to feel numb. And damn, he needed a cigar, but those too were sitting at home with his gloves, all warm and cozy.

Damn. Damn it all to hell.

T.C. continued to stroll along the Charles River. He quickened his pace now, the cold really starting to get to him. A minute later, he found what he was looking for:

Mark.

T.C. shook his head. The wind-chill factor had already dropped the temperature well into the minus range, and Mark still chose to stand alone along the river’s frozen edge. There were no other people in the park. The young couples that normally strolled here had opted for cozy indoor fireplaces – even the homeless had decided that the shelters were less of a risk than this arctic cold.

‘Mark?’ T.C. cried out, the wind grabbing his words and spreading them aimlessly.

Mark slowly turned toward T.C. He waved to acknowledge that he had heard him and then turned back around toward the water.

‘What the hell are you doing down here?’ T.C. shouted.

Raising his hand and cupping his ear, Mark signaled that he could not understand what T.C. was saying. T.C. jogged down alongside his friend. ‘What the hell are you doing here?’

‘Just taking a walk.’

‘Kind of a cold night for it.’

Mark shrugged but said nothing.

T.C. hesitated. ‘Look, Mark, I’m sorry. I never meant to hurt Laura.’

Mark nodded slowly. ‘I know.’

‘I guess I have a tendency to go too far,’ T.C. continued. ‘I lose perspective, become tunnel-visioned. I was just trying to protect her.’

‘Forget it.’

A blast of freezing-cold air sliced through T.C.’s skin until it reached the bone. He had never been the sympathetic-ear type, but the tortured look on Mark’s face was nearly unbearable to watch. ‘You wanna talk about it?’

‘About what?’

‘About whatever’s bothering you.’

‘You a psychiatrist now?’ Mark asked.

‘No,’ T.C. replied. ‘I’m just a guy who’s trying to help you out.’

‘You’ve done too much already,’ Mark said. ‘I can never repay you.’

‘I don’t want to be repaid. Look, I’m your friend, right? Friends are supposed to help each other out. Would you have done the same for me?’

‘No chance.’

T.C. laughed. ‘You’re still an asshole. I remember – ’

‘Careful,’ Mark interrupted. ‘The past is over. You’re the one who told me that.’

‘Yeah, I know. Sorry. You want to be alone?’

Mark did not respond right away. T.C. watched him. Yeah, he decided, he wants to be alone. He glanced at his watch. Have to go anyway, I have to be -