Chapter 88. Epilogue: Peter pt. 2

“Oh, she’s moved out,” the middle-aged man said kindly. “It’s just her husband in the house.” 

Something tugged at my heart. “H-husband?” 

I looked in the direction the middle-aged man was pointing, toward a white house that looked neglected. There was a tricycle overturned in the long grassy front yard. 

“Ex-husband, I think. I saw a police officer come by a few days before Mrs. Aileen and her daughter moved in and that man just stared at them fiercely,” the man said. “Who are you?” 

“I’m a friend,” I said, lying smoothly. “I haven’t seen her in a while and wanted to know how she’s doing.” 

“Oh, she’s a very kind and friendly woman. As a doctor, she helps a lot of people in the neighborhood and never takes anything in return. Her children are beautiful and cute too. But, the