Russell moved in front of me.<\/p>\n
Daniel did the opposite.<\/p>\n
He stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cPatricia.\u201d<\/p>\n
The elderly woman stopped twenty yards away.<\/p>\n
Caleb remained beside the SUV.<\/p>\n
He did not appear armed.<\/p>\n
Patricia Harlan Hale held the revolver low against her thigh.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should have stayed dead,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Daniel smiled without warmth.<\/p>\n
\u201cI tried.\u201d<\/p>\n
My phone was already in my hand.<\/p>\n
Patricia noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca was still half a mile away.<\/p>\n
I had promised to answer every five minutes.<\/p>\n
I pressed the side button without looking, hoping the emergency function would activate.<\/p>\n
Patricia raised the gun slightly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDrop it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
Russell whispered, \u201cMary.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb looked irritated rather than frightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cPatricia, this wasn\u2019t the agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n
She glanced at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t make agreements.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father taught me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father taught everyone bad habits.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel kept moving slowly toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy are you here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe case.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know where it is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy care now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia\u2019s expression tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Martin found your instructions.\u201d<\/p>\n
So Martin had told his mother.<\/p>\n
Or she had been watching him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does the case contain that frightens you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou look like Robert.\u201d<\/p>\n
The observation struck unexpectedly.<\/p>\n
Not Mercer.<\/p>\n
Robert.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe tried to destroy mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarlan deserved it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia\u2019s hand tightened around the revolver.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know anything about my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know he helped Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know stories.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard tapes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression flickered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat tapes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret Tate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said those were destroyed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia snapped, \u201cBe quiet.\u201d<\/p>\n
Interesting.<\/p>\n
They did not trust each other.<\/p>\n
Daniel noticed too.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeon kept everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb said, \u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia looked at him with contempt.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father was diseased with suspicion.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe survived because of it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe died alone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo did yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
The gun rose.<\/p>\n
Daniel said sharply, \u201cPatricia.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stopped.<\/p>\n
For a moment I saw the child beneath the old woman.<\/p>\n
A daughter defending a dead father because his guilt threatened her own understanding of him.<\/p>\n
I knew the feeling.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father killed Samuel Bellamy,\u201d Daniel said.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe took Samuel from Thomas Tate.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe drowned him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did he keep Samuel\u2019s watch?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
Russell looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid wore it for twenty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was engraved.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at Patricia.<\/p>\n
\u201cS.B.\u201d<\/p>\n
She whispered, \u201cIt belonged to my grandfather.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her gun hand shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know it didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell stepped slightly sideways, positioning himself closer to Patricia without appearing to advance.<\/p>\n
I knew what he was doing.<\/p>\n
So did Daniel.<\/p>\n
He kept her attention.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarlan also killed Neil Sutter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Thomas Bell?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re Thomas Bell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told me he killed Thomas Bell.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence slipped out before she could stop it.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s expression sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia realized the mistake.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father claimed he killed Thomas Bell?\u201d<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
Still nothing.<\/p>\n
Russell spoke softly.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank Bellamy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia\u2019s eyes moved toward him.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
Daniel understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid told you he killed Frank.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he handled the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
The phrase again.<\/p>\n
Handle it.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe lied,\u201d Daniel said.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrank escaped.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe died in 2019.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia\u2019s face emptied.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father spent the rest of his life believing he killed him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Something almost like satisfaction crossed Daniel\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
I disliked it.<\/p>\n
But I understood.<\/p>\n
Harlan had believed himself a murderer of a man who outlived him by fifteen years.<\/p>\n
Patricia lowered the revolver slightly.<\/p>\n
Caleb stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me the gun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is not finished until that case is gone.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it contains my father\u2019s files.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat files?\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked.<\/p>\n
Patricia looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe ones Robert stole.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn 1981.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Harlan?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The blue package.<\/p>\n
Maybe Robert had not merely backed out of Riverglass.<\/p>\n
Maybe he had taken something.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dad steal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLedger pages.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShowing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPayments.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Mercer to Harlan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That would prove corruption.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia\u2019s silence told me there was more.<\/p>\n
Daniel answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cA statement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid Harlan\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia raised the gun toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel did.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat statement?\u201d<\/p>\n
I asked.<\/p>\n
Daniel kept his eyes on Patricia.<\/p>\n
\u201cIn 1964, Harlan wrote a report about the crash.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe saw the police report.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot that one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was in the real one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe admitted Leon forced us off the road.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe admitted helping Leon search for me afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat proves corruption.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s voice became quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wrote that Leon believed Evelyn was pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarlan offered to find out who the father was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Patricia said, \u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe followed Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe watched Robert.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe entered her doctor\u2019s office.\u201d<\/p>\n
The gun rose.<\/p>\n
Russell moved.<\/p>\n
Fast.<\/p>\n
For a man with a cane, he moved shockingly fast.<\/p>\n
He knocked Patricia\u2019s wrist upward as the gun fired.<\/p>\n
The shot cracked across the river.<\/p>\n
Birds exploded from the trees.<\/p>\n
Caleb grabbed Patricia.<\/p>\n
Daniel kicked the revolver away.<\/p>\n
I stood frozen for one second before running toward Russell.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you hit?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRussell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He was not.<\/p>\n
He had fallen against the guardrail.<\/p>\n
His shoulder twisted awkwardly.<\/p>\n
The same shoulder injured in 1981.<\/p>\n
He grimaced.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t touch it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I wanted to scream at him.<\/p>\n
Instead I helped him sit.<\/p>\n
Caleb held Patricia\u2019s arms while Daniel retrieved the gun.<\/p>\n
Sirens sounded in the distance.<\/p>\n
My emergency call had worked.<\/p>\n
Patricia heard them.<\/p>\n
Her resistance stopped.<\/p>\n
She looked suddenly ancient.<\/p>\n
Not dangerous.<\/p>\n
Not harmless either.<\/p>\n
Just exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI only wanted the case,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
Daniel answered, \u201cYour father wanted it too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was protecting us.\u201d<\/p>\n
There was that word.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was protecting himself. There\u2019s a difference.\u201d<\/p>\n
Police arrived.<\/p>\n
The next hour became statements, paramedics, questions, and flashing lights.<\/p>\n
Russell refused transport until I threatened to ride in the ambulance without him.<\/p>\n
That somehow convinced him.<\/p>\n
At the hospital, X-rays showed no fracture.<\/p>\n
Severe strain.<\/p>\n
Old damage aggravated.<\/p>\n
He sat on the examination bed with his arm in a sling.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are never allowed to do that again.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSave you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJump at armed women.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll add it to my calendar.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m serious.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo am I.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat beside him.<\/p>\n
For a minute neither of us spoke.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cYou were right.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTruth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat narrows nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe spent years thinking knowing would hurt worse than not knowing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt doesn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt hurts differently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut at least it belongs to us.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
I took his hand.<\/p>\n
Not because we were seventeen.<\/p>\n
Because we were not.<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
Rebecca entered without knocking.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou two done having a meaningful moment?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cToo bad.\u201d<\/p>\n
She held my phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel Mercer called.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell smiled faintly.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
The coincidence with my late husband\u2019s name had become too strange to ignore, but it was still only coincidence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s waiting downstairs.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo take us to the black case.\u201d<\/p>\n
Despite Patricia\u2019s arrest, Daniel no longer believed its hiding place was safe.<\/p>\n
We left the hospital after sunset.<\/p>\n
George Bellamy\u2019s old farmhouse stood thirty miles north, abandoned among trees and weeds.<\/p>\n
The roof sagged.<\/p>\n
Windows were boarded.<\/p>\n
Daniel unlocked the back door with a key that looked older than Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Inside smelled of mildew and wood rot.<\/p>\n
\u201cGeorge hid me here for three weeks,\u201d Daniel said.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBasement.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Every secret in Missouri apparently preferred basements.<\/p>\n
We descended carefully.<\/p>\n
Daniel moved an old workbench.<\/p>\n
Beneath it was a steel plate bolted to the floor.<\/p>\n
He removed four bolts.<\/p>\n
Under the plate lay a black metal case.<\/p>\n
Russell looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cForty-five years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot here the whole time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere was it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree places.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy move it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarlan kept looking.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel lifted the case.<\/p>\n
It was heavier than expected.<\/p>\n
He placed it on the bench.<\/p>\n
A combination lock secured it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s the combination?\u201d Rebecca asked.<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at my locket.<\/p>\n
\u201cAugust seventeenth, 1981.\u201d<\/p>\n
The last peaceful day Russell and I had shared before everything collapsed.<\/p>\n
081781.<\/p>\n
The lock opened.<\/p>\n
Inside were files wrapped in plastic.<\/p>\n
A smaller blue pouch.<\/p>\n
Three cassette tapes.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
And a white envelope bearing my mother\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
FOR MARY LOUISE AND RUSSELL TOGETHER.<\/p>\n
My eyes burned.<\/p>\n
She had named us together.<\/p>\n
After spending years separating us.<\/p>\n
Russell stood beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich first?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my father\u2019s envelope.<\/p>\n
Then my mother\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Neither.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
He opened a folder.<\/p>\n
Birth records.<\/p>\n
Medical notes.<\/p>\n
Blood-group testing.<\/p>\n
A handwritten statement from my mother\u2019s physician dated 1965.<\/p>\n
Based on conception dates supplied by Mrs. Turner and her medical history, Robert Turner is overwhelmingly the probable biological father.<\/p>\n
Not certainty by modern DNA standards.<\/p>\n
But enough to show why my mother believed what she told Daniel.<\/p>\n
Robert was my father.<\/p>\n
Biologically as well as every other way that mattered.<\/p>\n
I exhaled.<\/p>\n
Russell squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca lifted another document.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
It was a letter from David Harlan to Leon Mercer.<\/p>\n
March 1964.<\/p>\n
I read.<\/p>\n
Evelyn\u2019s doctor confirms Turner is almost certainly the father. You were wrong about the timing.<\/p>\n
Leon had known.<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew I wasn\u2019t his.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did he keep claiming me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cControl.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
The paternity threat had never been about fatherhood.<\/p>\n
It had been about possessing my mother.<\/p>\n
My anger became cleaner.<\/p>\n
Leon Mercer had allowed uncertainty to poison my family because uncertainty was useful.<\/p>\n
Rebecca turned another page.<\/p>\n
Payments from Mercer to Harlan.<\/p>\n
Dates.<\/p>\n
Amounts.<\/p>\n
Then one entry stood apart.<\/p>\n
August 24, 1981.<\/p>\n
Payment authorized upon recovery of Riverglass materials and elimination of R.T.<\/p>\n
Russell leaned over.<\/p>\n
\u201cR.T.\u201d<\/p>\n
His initials.<\/p>\n
Russell Tate.<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted you killed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked grim.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell stared at the date.<\/p>\n
Three days after the tape with Margaret.<\/p>\n
One day after the blue package disappeared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened on August twenty-fourth?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Robert found out.\u201d<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Dad do?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel reached into the case.<\/p>\n
He removed a newspaper clipping.<\/p>\n
LOCAL MAN INJURED IN LATE-NIGHT HIGHWAY COLLISION.<\/p>\n
David Harlan.<\/p>\n
August 24, 1981.<\/p>\n
Broken leg.<\/p>\n
Cracked ribs.<\/p>\n
Vehicle destroyed.<\/p>\n
Russell stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cRobert caused the crash?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe ran Harlan off the road.\u201d<\/p>\n
The symmetry struck me.<\/p>\n
Harlan had helped Leon force Daniel and Evelyn off River Road in 1964.<\/p>\n
Seventeen years later, Robert Turner had done the same to Harlan to save Russell.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Harlan know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy wasn\u2019t Dad arrested?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Harlan couldn\u2019t explain why he had been chasing Russell.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the payment order.<\/p>\n
\u201cElimination.\u201d<\/p>\n
A bureaucratic word for murder.<\/p>\n
My father had nearly killed a federal agent to stop it.<\/p>\n
I did not know how to fit that into the man who taught me honesty.<\/p>\n
Perhaps I was finally learning that people could be both better and worse than the stories their children inherited.<\/p>\n
Russell opened another folder.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He handed me a document.<\/p>\n
It was not about Harlan.<\/p>\n
Not Mercer.<\/p>\n
Not Riverglass.<\/p>\n
It was a marriage license application.<\/p>\n
My name.<\/p>\n
Mary Louise Turner.<\/p>\n
Russell Tate.<\/p>\n
Dated August 1981.<\/p>\n
Unsigned by either of us.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never seen that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither have I.\u201d<\/p>\n
Someone had prepared paperwork for us to marry.<\/p>\n
Before Russell was hospitalized.<\/p>\n
Before my mother separated us.<\/p>\n
Rebecca examined the bottom.<\/p>\n
\u201cPrepared by\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
She read the name.<\/p>\n
\u201cWalter Tate.\u201d<\/p>\n
My anger returned.<\/p>\n
The marriage clause.<\/p>\n
The debt.<\/p>\n
Walter had gone further than we knew.<\/p>\n
But on the reverse, another handwriting appeared.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s.<\/p>\n
One sentence.<\/p>\n
Destroy this. They must choose each other freely or not at all.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
My mother had opposed the forced marriage.<\/p>\n
Whatever else she did afterward, this part was clear.<\/p>\n
Then Russell found a second note clipped beneath it.<\/p>\n
Robert\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
Evelyn is right.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Our parents had been flawed.<\/p>\n
Terrified.<\/p>\n
Manipulative.<\/p>\n
Sometimes criminal.<\/p>\n
But somewhere inside the wreckage, they had understood at least one thing.<\/p>\n
Love could not be negotiated as debt.<\/p>\n
Russell touched the envelope addressed to both of us.<\/p>\n
\u201cReady?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMe neither.\u201d<\/p>\n
We opened it anyway.<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s first line read:<\/p>\n
If the two of you are reading this together, then despite everything I did, you found your way back to the truth.<\/p>\n
The second line changed Russell\u2019s face.<\/p>\n
There is one lie I have not yet confessed.<\/p>\n
I told Mary Louise that Russell left her.<\/p>\n
I told Russell that Mary Louise rejected him.<\/p>\n
But neither lie was originally mine.<\/p>\n
Leon gave me the words.<\/p>\n
And the person who told Leon exactly what each of you feared most was someone you both trusted.<\/p>\n
We looked at each other.<\/p>\n
The letter continued.<\/p>\n
Not Walter.<\/p>\n
Not Margaret.<\/p>\n
Not Robert.<\/p>\n
Someone closer to us.<\/p>\n
Someone our seventeen-year-old selves had spoken to separately.<\/p>\n
Russell whispered, \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
I read the next sentence.<\/p>\n
The name was there.<\/p>\n
And for the first time since this began, I wished my mother had left one secret buried.<\/p>\n
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