#Chapter 45 Death Becomes Her

“Come over here,” Arthur said as he sat me down in the closest chair. “There you go.” I slumped forward and put my face in my hands. My head swam. Tears trickled from the corners of my eyes. “Anna, are you okay?” Arthur’s hands on my shoulders grounded me. I took deep breaths, inhaling his cologne. My head slowly steadied itself. I wiped my tears and forced a smile for him. “I’m all right. It’s just that…some of what’s in that article is tough for me.” “So, some of it is true?” “The facts are true, but what they read between the lines are not.” Arthur tilted his head. “Meaning…?” “Meaning, I had nothing to do with my brothers’ deaths. I was too young to remember my brother Charlie’s death. He died in childbirth.” I could hear my voice crack. I barely pushed back more tears. Arthur squeezed my shoulders. I looked up at him and saw his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’m