The Women
Cecilia caught a single glimpse of the two women and looked away and didn’t look again. Whoever was on afternoon duty would surely ask them what they …
Cecilia didn't know if her father meant her mother had died—she didn't feel she could ask. She lived with the uncertainty, but increasingly believed there had been a death from which he could not speak. In a yellow folder at the back of a drawer were photographs of a smiling girl.