My father's face smiled back at me from that frame.
"Emma?" I stepped forward. "What are you doing here?"
She looked at me. Her eyes were red, swollen. She'd been crying for days.
"Rachel, I... I didn't know how to tell you."
"Tell me what?"
The older woman spoke. Her voice was shaking.
"I'm Patricia. David was... David was my husband."
My mother made a sound I'd never heard before. Something between a gasp and a scream.