She closed her eyes.
"Since before you were born."
The cemetery spun around me. Emma caught my arm.
"I need to sit down," I whispered.
We ended up in a coffee shop three blocks from the funeral. Me, Emma, and two women who apparently shared a husband for three decades.
My mother spoke first.
"We met when I was twenty-two. He was already married to Patricia. He told me after our third date."
"And you stayed?" I couldn't hide the disgust in my voice.