Chapter 6

Exactly a week after Anderson had been arrested for further investigation, Julia finally found me. She stood in front of the Sherman residence. In just a few days, her hair had become streaked with grey, and she was frail and emaciated. When she saw me, she fell to her knees. "Yvonne… Yvonne, please, let Anderson go. He messed up, yes, but not this badly! You were with him for so long. Are you really willing to let him go to jail?" I asked Zachary to help her to her feet. However, she refused. She sobbed as she tugged at the corner of my shirt. "I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have said those things. I was just concerned about your health! I was worried that Andy wouldn't be able to bear it if you died. As a mom, I—" "Julia," I said, cutting her off. She froze and looked up at me. I looked at her calmly. "Do you remember what you said three years ago before I left the country?" Julia immediately averted her gaze. I said mechanically, "You told me, 'Yvonne, I think of you as my own d