She looked up the hill toward the house and went still. “That little girl — Hannah — she’s Judith’s, isn’t she?”
“What is it you really want?” he said, balled fists on his hips.
She looked up at him, her dark hair falling away from her face. “I don’t want anything from you. I told you why I’m here. It seems now like it was a fool’s errand.” Her voice broke. “But if Hannah is my niece, I have a right to know.”