me?”
Rose looked toward the window.
“Because your father was going to kill you.”
There it was again.
That sentence.
“Who was my father?”
Rose shut her eyes.
“A man named Thomas Vale.”
I had never heard the name.
“He owned half the textile factories in this county back then,” she continued.
“Married.
Powerful.
My brother Harold worked for him.”
I thought of Margaret’s husband.
“He knew?”
“Harold found out I was pregnant.”
Rose’s voice cracked.
“He begged me to leave town.
Thomas didn’t want the scandal.”
“What did he do?”
“He told me the baby would never be born.”
My stomach twisted.
Rose said Thomas had threatened her.
Followed her.
Paid someone at the hospital to report when she went into labor.
Harold and Helen—my mother—had known.
The night of the fire, Rose believed someone had started it deliberately.
“In the confusion, Helen took you.”
“Why Helen?”
“Because she
