Lewis Grant held the gun as though he had practiced holding one without ever expecting to point it at people he knew.<\/p>\n
That made him unpredictable.<\/p>\n
Russell stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cLewis.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRussell.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do my taxes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAmong other things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Russell almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am beginning to hate professionals.\u201d<\/p>\n
The second man remained behind Lewis.<\/p>\n
Mid-fifties.<\/p>\n
Heavy jacket.<\/p>\n
No expression.<\/p>\n
Caleb recognized him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHale security.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna looked sharply at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin used him.\u201d<\/p>\n
The man said nothing.<\/p>\n
Lewis pointed the gun toward the metal box.<\/p>\n
\u201cStep away.\u201d<\/p>\n
Evan moved closer to Anna.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou followed my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLong enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor Martin?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis looked annoyed.<\/p>\n
\u201cMartin talks too much when frightened.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer surprised us.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not working for him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis did not answer.<\/p>\n
Russell said, \u201cYou contacted me seven years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen sent me to Martin.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo position the storage unit.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew about 214.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know what Daniel hid there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot exactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you expect?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRecords.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis looked toward Caleb.<\/p>\n
\u201cLeon Mercer\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb gave a bitter smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cEveryone keeps finding my father useful long after he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis corrected him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich father?\u201d<\/p>\n
The cruelty was deliberate.<\/p>\n
Caleb lunged.<\/p>\n
Russell caught his arm.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis raised the weapon.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat would be a mistake.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb stopped.<\/p>\n
I looked at Lewis.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew about the child records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles Hale.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou worked for him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUntil he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old were you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-five when he hired me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou spent decades doing what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cManaging loose ends.\u201d<\/p>\n
The euphemism made my skin crawl.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeople?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInformation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThose are not the same thing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes they are.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Charles do to me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis\u2019s gaze shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe watched.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he arrange my marriage?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Evan\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou put my parents together.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo keep Anna inside the family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat family?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis said, \u201cThe network.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cSay the word.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cOrganization.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not family.<\/p>\n
Not protection.<\/p>\n
Organization.<\/p>\n
A criminal structure that had survived Leon\u2019s death, Paul\u2019s impersonation, Harlan\u2019s corruption, and Charles\u2019s blackmail.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho runs it now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis did not answer.<\/p>\n
Russell glanced at the man behind him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe does?\u201d<\/p>\n
The man almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStep away from the box.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the river.<\/p>\n
No police yet.<\/p>\n
The trees and road concealed us.<\/p>\n
Rebecca had her phone in her pocket.<\/p>\n
I knew her well enough to believe she had already activated something.<\/p>\n
Lewis\u2019s attention remained on Caleb and Russell.<\/p>\n
I slowly shifted nearer Anna.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want from the box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy destroy them now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the story is changing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat tends to happen when truth appears.\u201d<\/p>\n
He ignored the remark.<\/p>\n
\u201cThese records connect people who are still alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone important?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis\u2019s mouth tightened.<\/p>\n
That was answer enough.<\/p>\n
Caleb said, \u201cYou\u2019re scared of Elaine\u2019s son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis\u2019s eyes moved.<\/p>\n
Just once.<\/p>\n
But enough.<\/p>\n
He knew.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaleb,\u201d I said carefully, \u201cask him who your mother is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb looked like he wanted to hit me for saying it aloud.<\/p>\n
Still, he asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Margaret Tate my mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word landed brutally.<\/p>\n
Caleb staggered one step.<\/p>\n
Anna caught his arm.<\/p>\n
He pulled away.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis continued because cruelty served control.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret\u2019s baby died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter had been told the child was taken.<\/p>\n
Margaret had eventually been shown Caleb and told he was her son.<\/p>\n
Leon had manufactured hope.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d Russell asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo days after birth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Margaret know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Walter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
That explained Walter\u2019s terror around Caleb\u2019s history.<\/p>\n
He may have discovered the substitution.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was Caleb\u2019s mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis looked toward the hospital card.<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
My aunt.<\/p>\n
\u201cFather?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLeon Mercer.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
Every identity he had lived inside shifted.<\/p>\n
Leon had actually been his father.<\/p>\n
But Margaret had not been his mother.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy give him to Margaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo bind her to Leon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd because Elaine?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to Elaine?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel asked.<\/p>\n
The second man behind Lewis finally spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApril 1964.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
Caleb stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Leon kill her?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis looked impatient.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe became a problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind of problem?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted her child back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Elaine Carter had given birth under Evelyn\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Someone took her baby.<\/p>\n
Then used him to manipulate Margaret.<\/p>\n
Elaine wanted him returned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did my mother do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe tried to help her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that why she met Daniel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The crash in 1964 was not only Evelyn fleeing Leon.<\/p>\n
She was fleeing while trying to expose what happened to Elaine and Caleb.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to Elaine?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis looked toward the river.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe went to the police.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHarlan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was already working with Charles?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Leon?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she walked directly into the people hiding it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Harlan kill her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles?\u201d<\/p>\n
The second man answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cPaul.\u201d<\/p>\n
Paul Mercer.<\/p>\n
The cousin who later impersonated Leon.<\/p>\n
He had been killing for the network decades before replacing Leon.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis snapped, \u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
The gun rose.<\/p>\n
\u201cMove away from the box.\u201d<\/p>\n
We did.<\/p>\n
Slowly.<\/p>\n
Lewis gestured to the other man.<\/p>\n
He approached the metal container.<\/p>\n
Daniel said, \u201cIf you destroy it, copies exist.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral places.\u201d<\/p>\n
A bluff.<\/p>\n
Maybe.<\/p>\n
Daniel was good at sounding certain.<\/p>\n
Lewis hesitated.<\/p>\n
That gave Russell time to notice something behind the trees.<\/p>\n
His eyes changed.<\/p>\n
Police.<\/p>\n
I did not turn.<\/p>\n
Lewis did not see.<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles learned the same lesson Leon did. Never keep one copy.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis looked toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know where Charles kept things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. But I know what paranoid men do.\u201d<\/p>\n
The second man crouched beside the box.<\/p>\n
He picked up the hospital card.<\/p>\n
Then froze.<\/p>\n
A red dot appeared on his chest.<\/p>\n
Police rifle.<\/p>\n
\u201cDrop it!\u201d<\/p>\n
Voices exploded from the road.<\/p>\n
Lewis swung the gun instinctively.<\/p>\n
Russell shoved me down.<\/p>\n
The gun fired.<\/p>\n
The shot went into the riverbank.<\/p>\n
Deputies rushed through the trees.<\/p>\n
Lewis dropped the weapon.<\/p>\n
The other man raised both hands.<\/p>\n
No one else fired.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, all I heard was Evan shouting for Anna and Russell asking whether I was hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re bleeding.\u201d<\/p>\n
I touched my cheek.<\/p>\n
A branch had scratched it when I fell.<\/p>\n
Nothing more.<\/p>\n
Caleb stood staring at Lewis as deputies handcuffed him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho runs it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis ignored him.<\/p>\n
Caleb stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
A deputy pushed him back.<\/p>\n
Lewis finally said, \u201cYou\u2019ve already met her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her.<\/p>\n
The word changed the air.<\/p>\n
\u201cA woman?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lewis smiled grimly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou keep looking for old men.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then police led him away.<\/p>\n
The metal box became evidence.<\/p>\n
That frustrated Anna.<\/p>\n
It relieved me.<\/p>\n
For once, something would enter a documented chain of custody instead of disappearing into basements and safes.<\/p>\n
The sheriff allowed us to photograph visible documents before sealing the container because Anna had already photographed several.<\/p>\n
One sheet mattered immediately.<\/p>\n
A placement record.<\/p>\n
CHILD 1: ANNA CARTER.
\nPLACED: KENT FAMILY.<\/p>\n
CHILD 2: CALEB CARTER.
\nPLACED: MERCER\/TATE ARRANGEMENT.<\/p>\n
Caleb stared at his real birth surname.<\/p>\n
Carter.<\/p>\n
Not Mercer.<\/p>\n
Not Tate.<\/p>\n
Carter.<\/p>\n
Then another line:<\/p>\n
SUBJECT ELAINE CARTER \u2014 TRANSFER FAILED.<\/p>\n
\u201cTransfer where?\u201d Anna asked.<\/p>\n
Nobody knew.<\/p>\n
Another paper listed payments from Charles Hale to Paul Mercer.<\/p>\n
April 1964.<\/p>\n
One entry:<\/p>\n
E.C. resolved.<\/p>\n
Elaine Carter.<\/p>\n
Resolved.<\/p>\n
A woman reduced to a bookkeeping term after her death.<\/p>\n
I thought of my mother carrying that knowledge for decades.<\/p>\n
No wonder her fear calcified.<\/p>\n
She had lost her sister.<\/p>\n
Her daughter.<\/p>\n
Almost Daniel.<\/p>\n
Then spent the rest of her life trying to hold everyone else too tightly.<\/p>\n
The records contained photographs.<\/p>\n
Elaine looked astonishingly like Evelyn.<\/p>\n
Younger.<\/p>\n
Softer around the eyes.<\/p>\n
One photograph showed her holding an infant.<\/p>\n
Caleb.<\/p>\n
He stared.<\/p>\n
No one spoke.<\/p>\n
His hand shook when he touched the image.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Biological mother.<\/p>\n
He corrected himself immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy other mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
That mattered.<\/p>\n
Anna stood beside him.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur aunt.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBoth.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
The final photograph in the box showed three women.<\/p>\n
Evelyn.<\/p>\n
Elaine.<\/p>\n
And a third woman.<\/p>\n
Young.<\/p>\n
Dark-haired.<\/p>\n
Standing beside Charles Hale.<\/p>\n
On the back was a name.<\/p>\n
Patricia Harlan.<\/p>\n
Martin\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n
David Harlan\u2019s daughter.<\/p>\n
She had been there in 1964.<\/p>\n
Not a child.<\/p>\n
She would have been around eighteen.<\/p>\n
Old enough to know.<\/p>\n
\u201cPatricia was part of it from the beginning,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Daniel studied the picture.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve seen her before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the crash.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Harlan arrived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCharles too, according to Sloan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Patricia?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked shaken.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe stayed in the second car.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you mention her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know who she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo she saw everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That explained Lewis\u2019s warning.<\/p>\n
You keep looking for old men.<\/p>\n
The person still managing the old secrets might be Patricia.<\/p>\n
Except Patricia was in custody after threatening us with a revolver.<\/p>\n
Could she still be directing people?<\/p>\n
Possibly.<\/p>\n
Or another woman had inherited the network.<\/p>\n
Anna picked up one paper we had nearly overlooked.<\/p>\n
It was a handwritten custody note.<\/p>\n
P.H. agrees to assume future supervision of children if C.H. becomes unavailable.<\/p>\n
P.H.<\/p>\n
Patricia Harlan.<\/p>\n
Children.<\/p>\n
Plural.<\/p>\n
Anna.<\/p>\n
Caleb.<\/p>\n
Possibly me.<\/p>\n
Patricia had not simply watched.<\/p>\n
Charles had designated her as the future keeper of the family secrets.<\/p>\n
Evan whispered, \u201cShe\u2019s been watching us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProbably.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor decades.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n
County detention center.<\/p>\n
Martin Hale.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
His voice was tight.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou found River Road.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLewis?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArrested.\u201d<\/p>\n
A long pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen she knows.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPatricia?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s already in custody.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think that stops her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is she controlling?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything my father left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLewis?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho else?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy call me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause my mother has a release hearing tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe fired a gun.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s eighty-one. Her lawyer is arguing medical fragility and lack of intent.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWill she get out?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens if she does?\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin\u2019s voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe will go after Anna.\u201d<\/p>\n
My sister.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Anna has something my mother has spent fifty years trying to find.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it was the ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cElaine\u2019s letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna heard through the speaker.<\/p>\n
Her face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t have any letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Martin said, \u201cYes, you do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was hidden in your adoption file.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna stared at Evan.<\/p>\n
Evan went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Dad died, there was an envelope I didn\u2019t give you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anna stared at her son.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat envelope?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought it was just another document from Charles.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evan swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe pawnshop.\u201d<\/p>\n
We drove there under police escort.<\/p>\n
Evan unlocked the building.<\/p>\n
Behind the counter he opened a small floor safe.<\/p>\n
Inside was a sealed envelope.<\/p>\n
The paper had yellowed.<\/p>\n
On the front:<\/p>\n
EVELYN.<\/p>\n
The handwriting belonged to someone none of us recognized.<\/p>\n
Anna whispered, \u201cElaine.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened it.<\/p>\n
The first sentence erased any doubt.<\/p>\n
Evie, if Charles gives you this, then I am probably dead.<\/p>\n
Anna stopped.<\/p>\n
I took her hand.<\/p>\n
My sister.<\/p>\n
For the first time.<\/p>\n
She did not pull away.<\/p>\n
We read together.<\/p>\n
Elaine wrote that she had discovered Charles and Harlan were moving women and children through Leon\u2019s river routes.<\/p>\n
Not trafficking in the modern organized sense at first.<\/p>\n
Illegal adoptions.<\/p>\n
Runaways.<\/p>\n
Babies born to frightened young women.<\/p>\n
Children moved without proper records.<\/p>\n
Sometimes money changed hands.<\/p>\n
Sometimes threats.<\/p>\n
Caleb had been one of them.<\/p>\n
Elaine had discovered ledgers.<\/p>\n
She copied names.<\/p>\n
And then came the reason Patricia wanted the letter.<\/p>\n
Elaine named Charles\u2019s partner.<\/p>\n
Not Leon.<\/p>\n
Not Harlan.<\/p>\n
A woman.<\/p>\n
Patricia Harlan.<\/p>\n
At eighteen, Patricia had helped coordinate the false records.<\/p>\n
Years later, she married Edward Hale\u2014Charles\u2019s younger brother.<\/p>\n
That was how she became Martin\u2019s mother.<\/p>\n
She did not marry into the operation unknowingly.<\/p>\n
She was part of it first.<\/p>\n
Elaine\u2019s final paragraph contained an instruction.<\/p>\n
If anything happens to me, look for the ledger marked P.H. PERSONAL. It has the children\u2019s true names.<\/p>\n
Anna looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe true names.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many children?\u201d<\/p>\n
We kept reading.<\/p>\n
Twenty-three.<\/p>\n
Twenty-three babies and children moved through falsified placements between 1962 and 1964.<\/p>\n
Some may have believed they were legally adopted.<\/p>\n
Some families may never have known.<\/p>\n
Patricia\u2019s personal ledger was the key to identifying them.<\/p>\n
And according to Elaine, it had been hidden somewhere only Evelyn would understand.<\/p>\n
The clue was one sentence.<\/p>\n
Where we used to hide from Father, beneath the saint who never had a face.<\/p>\n
I knew exactly what it meant.<\/p>\n
My grandparents\u2019 house.<\/p>\n
Evelyn and Elaine\u2019s childhood home.<\/p>\n
Their father had been strict.<\/p>\n
My mother once told me she and her sister hid in the cellar when he was angry.<\/p>\n
There had been a plaster statue above the cellar steps.<\/p>\n
Saint Joseph.<\/p>\n
Its face had been broken off in a fall before my mother was born.<\/p>\n
Beneath the saint who never had a face.<\/p>\n
The ledger might still be there.<\/p>\n
And if Patricia had spent fifty years looking for it, she now knew we had Elaine\u2019s clue.<\/p>\n
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