“Explain this.” Frank threw the photo on the dining table.
Maura closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Where did you get that?”
“That really doesn’t make much difference, does it? I have it, and I expect an explanation.”
Maura gazed out the french doors, watching the dragonflies by the koi pond. How did it come to this? If only she could go back, she would have been more careful. If only she could go back, maybe she could have repaired the damage, or at least have been more honest.
“Maura, damn it! Answer me!”
“Frank…” There was no way he would believe that she broke his mother’s funerary urn by accident.