Helen brushed a stray hair from Emma’s forehead and smiled faintly. “We’ll get them back to strength in no time,” she said softly. Then she looked at Lisa, her tone shifting. “But only if you’re not planning to move away.” Lisa blinked, startled.
“Move?” Helen reached into her bag and pulled out the folded real-estate brochure. “I found this in your purse. I wasn’t looking for it, but… it was there.” Lisa stared at it, her eyes wide. “Oh, Mom… no. That was David.