Three hundred thousand dollars! Who would have imagined that? And nothing for her husband, after all he had done for his brother? They had always seemed so close. She was sure that Zoë hadn’t known she was revealing her family’s secret when she mentioned the money to her grandmother. But you never knew with families. Secrets. Lies. The unforgivable. How long would Julia have kept it a secret from her? Aida knew SafeHarbour was the last “harbor” for the wealthy and elderly. There, the frail and disabled were pampered amidst green woods and tennis courts, gym, and swimming pool. Having lost spouses, friends, and even adult children, SafeHarbour’s elderly were tiptoeing around their final loss: their own death. Social calendars were filled with bridge clubs, shopping, exercise classes, stage performances, and field trips. The residents themselves were reduced to a useless minority. They had moved to Washington from Ohio for their sunset years. Aida had become tired of the harsh winters and had waited for a long, long time to move into a place like SafeHarbour.
