CHAPTER 19
“So, you heard from that nice policeman lately?” Sandy asked as she folded laundry at the Anchorage mission house.
“He’s a trooper.” Lacy had forgotten how many times she’d corrected her mother in the past few days.
“I still don’t see what the difference is.” Sandy put one of the pans away. “Well, have you heard from this trooper friend of yours lately?”
Lacy rolled her eyes. She was so glad to see Sandy, to be in the same house, to talk about the past without having to remember all the lies of her cover story. But still, there was only so much smothering a New England girl could take.
Sandy folded one of her floral skirts. “Well, if you don’t want me prying around in your love life, I can respect that.”
“It’s not that.” She didn’t want to shut Sandy out. God knew she need
