. . brother?” Lucy wondered if her voice sounded as stunned as she felt. She quickly sank down into the chair. “I got a letter yesterday,” Matt announced as he sat back down. “To tell you the truth, I didn’t really expect to hear anything so fast. I thought it’d take months, at least.” “Byron’s brother sent you a letter?” “Well, you know how I was hoping there might be another relative somewhere—someone who could take care of Mrs. Wetherly?” Matt looked pleased with himself. “Sometimes this clergy connection can be a wonderful thing. It’s amazing what the church can dig up.” “I don’t understand.” “All I did was put the word out. I figured since the family’s Catholic, that’d be an easy place to start. And it’s not like their name’s all that common.” Lucy shook her head. She sat stiff in her chair. “My idea worked.” Matt grinned. “Like a charm, in fact.” “So . . . what about this letter?” “It’s quite a story.” “I bet.”
