The following morning, I carried a printed image from the video into Maya Sharma's office.<\/p>\n
She took one look at the silver ring and stopped speaking.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Victor Morales?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya removed her glasses.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou watched Elena's recording.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur told you about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. I found it on the drive.\u201d<\/p>\n
She leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor Morales was your mother's older brother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that much.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat exactly are you asking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm asking whether that's him standing beside her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed the enlarged frame on her desk.<\/p>\n
Maya examined it.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can't identify someone from a hand.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you recognize the ring.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor wore a Morales family signet ring.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike that one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery much like that one.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is Victor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat opposite her.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen explain something. If the man who threatened my parents has been dead six years, why was Dad still paying lawyers and searching for records?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya remained silent long enough to frighten me.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor had a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cA son?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened a cabinet behind her desk and removed a file.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does she have to do with me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaya.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe need facts, Ethan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy wife broke into my safe last night. I'm done pretending this is theoretical.\u201d<\/p>\n
That caught her attention.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe did what?\u201d<\/p>\n
I described the duplicate keys.<\/p>\n
Maya's expression hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she see the documents?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI stopped her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you certain?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you bring them here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome. The originals are somewhere else.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause until we understand what Jessica knows, you should assume anything in your house can be accessed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Hearing another person say it made the situation feel real.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaya, who is Victor's daughter?\u201d<\/p>\n
She opened the file.<\/p>\n
Instead of answering, she removed a photograph.<\/p>\n
It had been taken at a charity gala twelve years earlier.<\/p>\n
Victor stood near the center, older than the shadowy figure in my mother's recording but recognizable from newspaper photographs Maya had shown me.<\/p>\n
Beside him was a blonde woman in an evening dress.<\/p>\n
My body reacted before my mind did.<\/p>\n
My fingers went numb.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya said nothing.<\/p>\n
I picked up the photograph.<\/p>\n
The woman was younger.<\/p>\n
Her hair was different.<\/p>\n
Her face was thinner.<\/p>\n
But I knew the slight tilt of her head.<\/p>\n
I knew the smile.<\/p>\n
I had seen it across breakfast tables, airports, Christmas dinners, hospital waiting rooms, and our wedding photographs.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat's her name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya answered quietly.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictoria Morales.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand shook.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't Jessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya turned over the photograph.<\/p>\n
A caption listed the guests.<\/p>\n
Victor Morales.<\/p>\n
Victoria Morales.<\/p>\n
I read the names until they blurred.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy wife's maiden name is Bennett.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's the name she used when you met.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictoria legally changed her name before then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo Jessica Bennett?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
I pushed away from the desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father hired an investigator three months ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe suspected a connection but wanted proof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't he tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause accusing your wife of being Victor Morales's daughter without proof could have destroyed your marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNow we have proof of who she was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot what she's done.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCorrect.\u201d<\/p>\n
I appreciated that Maya said it.<\/p>\n
She was not asking me to believe Jessica was evil.<\/p>\n
She was asking me to accept that Jessica had lied about something enormous.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long has Dad known?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree months with reasonable certainty. Less than a week with documentary confirmation.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered him standing in my kitchen.<\/p>\n
The thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
The test.<\/p>\n
His exhaustion.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn't asking me for money because he was broke.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy, then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he needed to finish the investigation without moving money from accounts someone might be watching.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly Jessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the photograph again.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much money are we talking about?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe current estimated value of the Morales trust is approximately forty-seven million dollars.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
It was an involuntary sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father borrowed a thousand dollars to investigate forty-seven million?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe money wasn't primarily for the investigation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was it for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe final DNA analysis.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat DNA analysis?\u201d<\/p>\n
Maya folded her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur believes Elena may have survived.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room disappeared around me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou already told me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you he never accepted that she died in the fire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis sounds different.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he find?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA biological sample connected to a woman who lived in Canada under another name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could hear my heartbeat.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs it her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don't have the completed comparison.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe laboratory required additional payment and documentation.\u201d<\/p>\n
The thousand dollars.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens if it matches?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen we may have evidence Elena survived for decades after the fire.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to see Dad.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not confront Jessica yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has lied to me for eight years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe married me using a false identity.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA legally changed identity isn't necessarily false.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe never told me she was Victor Morales's daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe searched my safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you want me to go home and act normal?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI want you alive and the evidence intact.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word alive stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think Jessica would hurt me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt's the only responsible answer I can give.\u201d<\/p>\n
I drove toward home anyway.<\/p>\n
Two streets before ours, I pulled over.<\/p>\n
Jessica's car sat in our driveway.<\/p>\n
Curtains covered the downstairs windows.<\/p>\n
A light moved upstairs.<\/p>\n
My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n
Jessica.<\/p>\n
Where are you?<\/p>\n
I did not answer.<\/p>\n
Another message arrived.<\/p>\n
We need to talk.<\/p>\n
I stared through the windshield.<\/p>\n
A third appeared.<\/p>\n
I know what Maya told you.<\/p>\n
Cold spread through my chest.<\/p>\n
How?<\/p>\n
I had not mentioned Maya.<\/p>\n
Dad had not spoken to Jessica.<\/p>\n
As far as I knew, nobody had.<\/p>\n
Another message.<\/p>\n
Come home, Ethan. We can fix this.<\/p>\n
I started the truck.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I considered pulling into my driveway.<\/p>\n
Instead, I drove past.<\/p>\n
I checked into a hotel on the opposite side of town.<\/p>\n
At 11:17 that night, Jessica called.<\/p>\n
I ignored it.<\/p>\n
She called again.<\/p>\n
And again.<\/p>\n
On the fourth attempt, I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d she asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you're frightened and making decisions without understanding what's happening.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat on the edge of the hotel bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is Victoria Morales?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
No denial.<\/p>\n
No confusion.<\/p>\n
Only silence.<\/p>\n
That silence ended my marriage more completely than any confession could have.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice finally came.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou weren't supposed to find that name.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me the truth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was going to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter your father's investigation was over.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't what you were going to say.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her breathing trembled through the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Arthur died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were waiting for my father to die?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. God, no. That's not what I meant.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen explain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI meant after all this ended.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father has something that belongs to my family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe trust?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence again.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnswer me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father is a retired construction worker.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn't always just that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that supposed to mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was trusted by my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped pacing.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does your mother have to do with mine?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica's voice became quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cMore than you know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Elena?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot personally.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know her name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew she was my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat down again.<\/p>\n
The room seemed to tilt.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor how long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore I met you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I could not speak.<\/p>\n
Jessica continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father told me the Hayes family had stolen documents belonging to us.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo you knew who I was before we met.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan, it isn't as simple as you're making it sound.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did we meet?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt the conference.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know I'd be there?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word barely reached me.<\/p>\n
Our first meeting had been at an industry conference in Seattle.<\/p>\n
She had bumped into me near a coffee station.<\/p>\n
We joked about the terrible coffee.<\/p>\n
She joined me for lunch.<\/p>\n
Three months later we were dating seriously.<\/p>\n
A year later I proposed.<\/p>\n
For eight years, I had told people our marriage began because I happened to spill coffee near the right woman.<\/p>\n
It had not happened by accident.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much of our marriage was planned?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't plan to love you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat isn't what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original trust documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause my father told me Arthur had stolen them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you believe him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was twenty-six when he told me the whole story. He was my father. Of course I believed him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd after you met me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThings changed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI fell in love with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause it's true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou copied my keys.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou searched my safe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you search Dad's house?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI went there.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many times?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow many?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer sickened me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you take?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were you looking for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDocuments.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich documents?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe original trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
I walked to the window.<\/p>\n
Below me, headlights moved along the wet street.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father thinks your family tried to kill my mother.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father told me Arthur kidnapped her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said Arthur manipulated Elena into disappearing because he wanted control of the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad lived in a bungalow and worked construction until his knees gave out.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why keep searching?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause there are things Arthur never explained.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe trust didn't disappear when Elena did.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered Maya.<\/p>\n
Forty-seven million dollars.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho owns it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat problem?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNobody has been able to exercise lawful control because the original documents were hidden.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've spent eight years in my life and you still don't know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica started crying.<\/p>\n
Quietly.<\/p>\n
Once, that sound would have ended any argument between us.<\/p>\n
Now I did not know whether the tears were real.<\/p>\n
That realization hurt more than hearing her admit she had targeted me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you want from me?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cInformation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at my wedding ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't get to separate those things.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid your father tell you to marry me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he tell you to meet me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
Another clean cut.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas Victor alive when we met?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe died two years into our marriage.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you keep reporting to him after we married?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica did not answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor a while.\u201d<\/p>\n
I removed my wedding ring.<\/p>\n
Set it on the hotel desk.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Arthur still had the documents.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he reacted whenever I asked about Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father reacted because his son's wife was secretly the daughter of the man who terrorized his family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't know the full story then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew enough to lie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her answer was quiet.<\/p>\n
No defense.<\/p>\n
That almost made it worse.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did your father want the trust for?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe believed it belonged to him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI grew up hearing that Arthur Hayes stole our family's future.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you believe that when you stood beside me at our wedding?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you believe it when Dad walked you down the aisle after your father refused to attend?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica began sobbing.<\/p>\n
I remembered that day.<\/p>\n
Victor had claimed he was ill.<\/p>\n
Dad had quietly offered his arm to Jessica before the ceremony because she had been standing alone.<\/p>\n
She had cried against his shoulder afterward.<\/p>\n
Had she already known who he was?<\/p>\n
Of course she had.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can't do this,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan, wait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nearly ended the call.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mother wasn't the only person who disappeared.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother did too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me your mother died when you were a teenager.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI lied.\u201d<\/p>\n
The symmetry was almost unbearable.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was her name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cIsabel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd she knew Elena?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey were sisters.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the windowsill.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother was your aunt?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
That made Jessica my cousin.<\/p>\n
But something about her hesitation bothered me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said Victor was your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe raised me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's not what I asked.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica stopped crying.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, there was nothing but the faint static of the connection.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know who my biological father was.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another secret.<\/p>\n
Another door.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Victor tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat my mother betrayed him.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe never said.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about the gray-suited man in Elena's recording.<\/p>\n
The Morales ring.<\/p>\n
The hidden documents.<\/p>\n
Two women who disappeared.<\/p>\n
Two children raised inside contradictory stories.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Dad know any of this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did you know Maya told me about Victoria?\u201d<\/p>\n
Jessica hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I had access to your father's email.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt physically ill.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou hacked him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew one of his passwords.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe used the same password for years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou've been reading his email?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMonths.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ended the call.<\/p>\n
Jessica called back immediately.<\/p>\n
I turned the phone off.<\/p>\n
I did not sleep.<\/p>\n
At six the next morning, I switched the phone on.<\/p>\n
Maya called before the screen had finished loading.<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan, where are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA hotel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLeave.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone broke into Arthur's house during the night.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe police are there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas anything taken?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey don't know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
I grabbed my coat.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere's Dad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStill at the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
I drove there first.<\/p>\n
Arthur was awake.<\/p>\n
The moment he saw me, his eyes widened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere were you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHotel.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief passed across his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad, Jessica knows.\u201d<\/p>\n
He closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was afraid she would.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says you stole the Morales trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI protected it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom Victor?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says her mother was Isabel Morales.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad's eyes opened.<\/p>\n
For the first time since this began, I saw genuine shock.<\/p>\n
\u201cJessica told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His breathing monitor quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the door.<\/p>\n
Then back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cClose it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
He reached beneath his pillow with obvious pain and removed a small brass key.<\/p>\n
I stared at it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt belonged to Elena.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it open?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA storage locker.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cUnion Station.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cProof.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad held my gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat your mother survived.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart seemed to stop.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know she's alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe she was alive long after the fire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLong enough that everything you've been told about those years is about to change.\u201d<\/p>\n
He pressed the key into my palm.<\/p>\n
\u201cTake Maya.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if I'm right, the documents in that locker will tell you who your mother became.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my fingers around the brass key.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Jessica?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dad looked suddenly older.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't tell her where you're going.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Victor Morales may be dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
He tightened his hand around mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the people who spent thirty years hunting those papers aren't.\u201d<\/p>\n
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