Nobody went upstairs alone.<\/p>\n
Detective Harris called for another unit before allowing anyone near the guest bedroom. The decision irritated me until I noticed the way Officer Morales positioned himself between me and the staircase.<\/p>\n
This was no longer being treated as a marital dispute.<\/p>\n
The house had become a potential crime scene.<\/p>\n
While we waited, Harris asked who had slept in the guest room recently.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe has no reason to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot for months.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHousekeeper?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTuesday mornings.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnyone else?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
The new officers arrived within nine minutes.<\/p>\n
One remained downstairs.<\/p>\n
Harris, Morales, and another officer went up first. I followed only after Harris reluctantly allowed it.<\/p>\n
The guest room smelled faintly of lavender detergent.<\/p>\n
Nothing appeared disturbed.<\/p>\n
The bed was neatly made.<\/p>\n
Morales crouched.<\/p>\n
He shone a flashlight underneath.<\/p>\n
Then he stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cDetective.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris knelt beside him.<\/p>\n
A small black suitcase sat against the far wall.<\/p>\n
I had never seen it before.<\/p>\n
They photographed it where it lay.<\/p>\n
Then Morales pulled it into the open.<\/p>\n
The zipper was closed, but the small combination lock hung loose.<\/p>\n
Harris put on gloves.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay back.\u201d<\/p>\n
He opened the case.<\/p>\n
Clothing.<\/p>\n
A passport.<\/p>\n
Three envelopes.<\/p>\n
A cheap mobile phone.<\/p>\n
And a photograph.<\/p>\n
Harris lifted the photograph first.<\/p>\n
Daniel stood beside Rachel.<\/p>\n
They were outdoors somewhere I did not recognize.<\/p>\n
Rachel wore a cream coat. Daniel wore the brown jacket he had thrown away the previous winter after tearing the sleeve.<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat picture is old.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt least a year.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris turned it over.<\/p>\n
A date had been printed on the back.<\/p>\n
I read it.<\/p>\n
Six months before the night I believed Daniel and Rachel had first met.<\/p>\n
My scalp prickled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI introduced them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFour and a half years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis photograph predates that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy six months.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris examined the image again.<\/p>\n
\u201cCould they have met independently?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI suppose.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould either have had a reason not to tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was handwriting beneath the date.<\/p>\n
Six words.<\/p>\n
She still doesn\u2019t know the truth.<\/p>\n
I read them once.<\/p>\n
Then again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
Morales examined the passport.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s Daniel\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCurrent?\u201d Harris asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s passport had been missing from our travel drawer.<\/p>\n
Yet here it was.<\/p>\n
In my guest room.<\/p>\n
If Daniel had flown to Cancun, what passport had he used?<\/p>\n
Harris seemed to reach the same conclusion.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Carter, did your husband have another passport?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot legally.\u201d<\/p>\n
Morales photographed every page.<\/p>\n
One of the envelopes contained photocopies of my house deed.<\/p>\n
The second held several pages from my estate plan.<\/p>\n
The third contained photographs.<\/p>\n
Not of Daniel.<\/p>\n
Not Rachel.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
Leaving my office.<\/p>\n
Driving to lunch.<\/p>\n
Walking into my bank.<\/p>\n
Standing beside Victor Lang outside his law office.<\/p>\n
The oldest appeared to have been taken nearly a year earlier.<\/p>\n
Someone had been watching me.<\/p>\n
I sat on the edge of the chair by the window.<\/p>\n
Harris crouched so we were nearly eye level.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was the first time he had used my first name.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you recognize the locations?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you recognize whoever took them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Daniel know your schedule?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUsually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOften.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The list of people I trusted was becoming indistinguishable from the list of suspects.<\/p>\n
The burner phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Every person in the room stopped.<\/p>\n
Harris lifted it carefully.<\/p>\n
The screen displayed one message.<\/p>\n
CANCEL THE POLICE.<\/p>\n
A second appeared.<\/p>\n
OR SHE DIES.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
Another vibration.<\/p>\n
An image loaded.<\/p>\n
Rachel sat in a dark room.<\/p>\n
Her face was pale, eyes swollen.<\/p>\n
Daniel sat beside her, bruising visible along his jaw.<\/p>\n
Behind them stood Martin Hale.<\/p>\n
The man Daniel had called his financial consultant.<\/p>\n
The man Detective Harris suspected might be connected to Evan Pierce.<\/p>\n
The dead brother Rachel had mourned.<\/p>\n
Martin looked directly at the camera.<\/p>\n
He was smiling.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
A new message appeared.<\/p>\n
YOU HAVE ONE HOUR.<\/p>\n
Then an address.<\/p>\n
I read it.<\/p>\n
The location was not in Mexico.<\/p>\n
It was twenty minutes from my house.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris took the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were in Cancun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe know their rental car was in Cancun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have transactions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have transactions made using accounts connected to them.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know whether they were ever there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re establishing that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything I thought I knew about the previous twelve hours loosened.<\/p>\n
Maybe Daniel had traveled to Mexico.<\/p>\n
Maybe Rachel had.<\/p>\n
Maybe neither had.<\/p>\n
Maybe someone had manufactured an entire trail.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you recognize the address?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris began issuing instructions.<\/p>\n
The officers moved with sudden efficiency.<\/p>\n
Trace the number.<\/p>\n
Verify the property.<\/p>\n
Contact tactical.<\/p>\n
Preserve the phone.<\/p>\n
I barely heard them.<\/p>\n
I was staring at Rachel.<\/p>\n
Something about the image bothered me.<\/p>\n
Not the terror in her face.<\/p>\n
Something smaller.<\/p>\n
Her wrist.<\/p>\n
The silver bracelet.<\/p>\n
The same bracelet from the earlier photograph on the concrete floor was now around her wrist.<\/p>\n
I enlarged the image.<\/p>\n
The clasp faced outward.<\/p>\n
Rachel never wore it that way.<\/p>\n
I had watched her fiddle with that bracelet hundreds of times. She fastened it so the clasp rested against the inside of her wrist.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe didn\u2019t put that on.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe bracelet.\u201d<\/p>\n
I showed him.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone removed it, photographed it on the floor, then put it back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you be certain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He studied the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat suggests staging.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then I noticed Daniel\u2019s collar.<\/p>\n
A pale smear ran near the edge.<\/p>\n
At first I thought it was dust.<\/p>\n
Then I recognized the shade.<\/p>\n
Foundation.<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s foundation.<\/p>\n
She had once left the same beige mark on the shoulder of my black coat after hugging me.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel is wearing makeup.\u201d<\/p>\n
Morales looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wasn\u2019t wearing any yesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe came here at 3:15.\u201d<\/p>\n
I described the blue sweater again.<\/p>\n
Bare face.<\/p>\n
Hair tied up.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe looked like she had rushed over.\u201d<\/p>\n
In the hostage photograph, her hair had been brushed.<\/p>\n
Makeup covered part of her face.<\/p>\n
Someone had prepared her for the camera.<\/p>\n
This had not happened in panic.<\/p>\n
Whoever controlled them had taken time.<\/p>\n
The burner phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
YOU\u2019RE WASTING TIME.<\/p>\n
I felt fear settle into something colder.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey expect me to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Harris said.<\/p>\n
\u201cAlone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen they need me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat does not make you safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But it means killing me isn\u2019t the first objective.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris looked toward the documents in the suitcase.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do they need from you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy authorization.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about the deed.<\/p>\n
The estate papers.<\/p>\n
The forged signature.<\/p>\n
The attempted transfer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey have copies of almost everything. If that were enough, none of this would be necessary.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo something still requires you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I did not know.<\/p>\n
Then I remembered the account my father had left me.<\/p>\n
Three million dollars.<\/p>\n
Separate.<\/p>\n
Private.<\/p>\n
Daniel had never known about it.<\/p>\n
Rachel had never known either.<\/p>\n
Only Victor.<\/p>\n
I went downstairs to retrieve an old emergency phone from my desk.<\/p>\n
Harris followed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChecking something.\u201d<\/p>\n
I logged into the account.<\/p>\n
The balance remained intact.<\/p>\n
Three million and change.<\/p>\n
No attempted transfers.<\/p>\n
No alerts.<\/p>\n
No access failures.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey don\u2019t know about it,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel. Rachel. Whoever is doing this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris looked at the balance.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho does know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor Lang?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer felt different now.<\/p>\n
Harris noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hesitated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis morning someone tried to access another investment account.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith what credentials?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey failed the security question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat question?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2019s middle name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWould Daniel know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe thinks he does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris\u2019s face became unreadable.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn\u2019t prove anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t contact him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already left him a voicemail.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore you arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you mention the secret account?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
The burner phone vibrated again upstairs.<\/p>\n
Morales brought it down.<\/p>\n
A new message consisted of three words.<\/p>\n
THE BLUE HOUSE.<\/p>\n
For several seconds I could not speak.<\/p>\n
Harris noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what that means.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father had a house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
I gave him the road.<\/p>\n
He checked the address.<\/p>\n
It matched.<\/p>\n
My father had bought the faded blue property decades earlier. I inherited it after his death and sold it eight years ago.<\/p>\n
Or thought I had.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho owns it now?\u201d Harris asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the address.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father never liked me going there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said parts of it were unsafe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat parts?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe basement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris became still.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s a basement?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVisible entrance?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s another through the garage.\u201d<\/p>\n
Morales looked up sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of entrance?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA service corridor. Hidden behind shelving.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris immediately radioed the tactical team.<\/p>\n
I grabbed my coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not going.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that house.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can tell us what we need.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere are passages beneath it that won\u2019t appear on a modern floor plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father showed me once when I was a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was down there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. He never let me go farther than the first corridor.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said the previous owner had built something strange beneath the property.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you never investigated?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father said it wasn\u2019t safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith my father, that could mean rotten stairs or a body.\u201d<\/p>\n
Morales glanced at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m joking.\u201d<\/p>\n
But I was not entirely sure.<\/p>\n
Harris made several calls.<\/p>\n
Property records produced another surprise.<\/p>\n
The blue house had changed ownership twice after I sold it.<\/p>\n
The current owner was a holding company.<\/p>\n
The company had been created by a law firm.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich firm?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Harris did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor\u2019s?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief came too quickly.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen whose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe registration leads through several entities. We\u2019ll need time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have less than an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The tactical unit reached the neighborhood first.<\/p>\n
Harris finally agreed I could travel with police but insisted I remain in the vehicle until the site was secured.<\/p>\n
The drive felt longer than twenty minutes.<\/p>\n
I sat beside him in the back seat.<\/p>\n
Rain had begun, light enough to bead on the windows without washing away the grime.<\/p>\n
After several minutes, Harris asked, \u201cDo you love Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s a strange question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause people take risks for people they love.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked outside.<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved the man I believed I married.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn\u2019t my question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Rachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer hurt more.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what \u2018now\u2019 means.\u201d<\/p>\n
He accepted that.<\/p>\n
The blue house appeared beyond a line of neglected trees.<\/p>\n
Faded siding.<\/p>\n
White porch.<\/p>\n
Overgrown garden.<\/p>\n
Broken mailbox.<\/p>\n
It looked smaller than I remembered.<\/p>\n
One upstairs light was on.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat electricity shouldn\u2019t even be connected,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Harris touched his radio.<\/p>\n
Teams moved around the property.<\/p>\n
Front entrance secure.<\/p>\n
Rear entrance secure.<\/p>\n
No visible occupants.<\/p>\n
Then someone reported fresh tire tracks beside the garage.<\/p>\n
Harris looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited exactly forty seconds.<\/p>\n
Then I opened the car door.<\/p>\n
He swore when he saw me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou promised.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I understood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He did not have time to argue.<\/p>\n
The garage door stood slightly open.<\/p>\n
Inside, dust covered old shelves and rusted tools.<\/p>\n
Fresh footprints crossed the concrete.<\/p>\n
Then I saw another set.<\/p>\n
Smaller.<\/p>\n
Bare feet.<\/p>\n
I crouched.<\/p>\n
Rachel hated going barefoot anywhere outside a bedroom.<\/p>\n
She once wore shoes on a beach because she disliked sand between her toes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThose could be hers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris followed the tracks.<\/p>\n
They ended at the rear wall.<\/p>\n
A wooden shelving unit stood there.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis moves,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
An officer tried pushing.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
I searched along the side until my fingers found a loose board.<\/p>\n
Behind it was the old brass latch.<\/p>\n
I pressed.<\/p>\n
The shelf swung inward.<\/p>\n
Cold air drifted from darkness.<\/p>\n
The passage beyond had changed.<\/p>\n
Fresh electrical cables ran along the ceiling.<\/p>\n
New conduit.<\/p>\n
Security cameras.<\/p>\n
Someone had renovated my father\u2019s hidden corridor.<\/p>\n
Recently.<\/p>\n
Harris ordered me behind the officers.<\/p>\n
We moved slowly.<\/p>\n
The passage ended at a steel door I did not remember.<\/p>\n
Locked.<\/p>\n
Then we heard crying.<\/p>\n
Muffled.<\/p>\n
A woman.<\/p>\n
\u201cRachel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris raised his hand.<\/p>\n
Everyone stopped.<\/p>\n
A man\u2019s voice came through the other side.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris identified himself.<\/p>\n
The man laughed.<\/p>\n
Then said the detective\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Not his title.<\/p>\n
His name.<\/p>\n
Harris\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know who I am?\u201d<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
I stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then the man spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello, Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
Every hair on my arms lifted.<\/p>\n
Not Mrs. Carter.<\/p>\n
Claire.<\/p>\n
The name my father had used when he was angry, frightened, or trying to make me listen.<\/p>\n
I moved closer to the steel door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Rachel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSafe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSafe enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris whispered for me to stop talking.<\/p>\n
I ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
The man answered calmly.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you have something that belongs to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2019s house?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat, then?\u201d<\/p>\n
There was a mechanical click.<\/p>\n
The steel door unlocked.<\/p>\n
Weapons rose around me.<\/p>\n
The door opened slowly.<\/p>\n
No one stood behind it.<\/p>\n
The room beyond contained only a chair, a table, a camera, and one old photograph.<\/p>\n
An officer cleared the room.<\/p>\n
Harris allowed me forward.<\/p>\n
The photograph showed my father outside the blue house decades earlier.<\/p>\n
Beside him stood a young woman.<\/p>\n
I recognized her from photographs Rachel had shown me.<\/p>\n
Rachel\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n
Beside her was a young man I did not know.<\/p>\n
And beside him\u2014<\/p>\n
A girl.<\/p>\n
Twelve years old.<\/p>\n
Thin knees.<\/p>\n
Dark hair.<\/p>\n
A white summer dress.<\/p>\n
Me.<\/p>\n
I stared at my own childhood face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Harris turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n
Four words were written on the back.<\/p>\n
YOUR FATHER LIED.<\/p>\n
The lights went out.<\/p>\n
Rachel screamed somewhere in the darkness.<\/p>\n
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