“I know he was,” Natalie said softly. “Paige said the exact same thing in her letter to me.” She hesitated for a moment before continuing. “There’s something else you need to know.”
“What else?” I asked.
“When I finally told Dad that Paige had died in a crash, he didn’t even cry,” Natalie revealed quietly. “He just cold-heartedly said, ‘I know.'”
“He already knew she was dead?” I gasped.
“Apparently so,” Natalie nodded sadly.
“I buried my son and daughter-in-law with only eleven people attending the cemetery,” I said, tears burning my eyes. “And not a single person came from her side of the family.”
“I am so very sorry,” Natalie wept softly.
“Where is he right now?” I asked, standing up straight from the cafeteria table.
“Room four twelve,” Natalie answered, pointing up toward the elevator bank.
“Stay right here,” I ordered her as I turned away.
