I can't say...

Aurora POV:

“It’s something about Amanda, isn’t it?”

I gasped. His eyebrows arched over the frames of his glasses.

"You know her" he asked

"I heard about her. I’m not a petunia. I don’t just hang on the porch all the time,” she said . “I get my hair done, I go to the doctor’s office, I see a lot of people. I've heard one or two things about her.

“I’ve found an eyewitness who thinks she can place her at the motel with your husband the last day of his life,” he told her, “just before the ambulance came to take him to the hospital. She ran out the door and was seen. At the hospital the doctor, not aware of any foul play, diagnosed a heart attack from the symptoms. There was no autopsy.”

“That’s right,” Mom said. She gave Michael a knowing look. “And you think she killed him, don’t you?” she asked

He was impressed. “Yes, I do,” he told her honestly.

“I didn’t want to think about that, but I’ve had my doubts,” she said. “He never had heart trouble. There had been some mixup at a clinic in