No one spoke for several seconds.<\/p>\n
The image of the infant footprints sat on Claire\u2019s phone between us like physical evidence placed on an interrogation table. Two tiny inked feet. Two identification numbers. One date.<\/p>\n
March 14, 1995.<\/p>\n
Claire touched the screen with one finger.<\/p>\n
\u201cSend me the full image.\u201d<\/p>\n
I forwarded it.<\/p>\n
Marlene leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never seen this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked over her shoulder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat hospital?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire enlarged the corner.<\/p>\n
\u201cSt. Vincent\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s where Rebecca delivered.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long afterward?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo hours, maybe three.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you see me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere was Rebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRecovery.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she awake?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBarely.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI came later.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe that evening.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene turned sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou came the next morning.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow would you remember?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Rebecca asked where you were.\u201d<\/p>\n
The air changed again.<\/p>\n
Daniel stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked for me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told me that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were already angry with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene looked at Claire.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor refusing to name the father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire stood carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo let me understand this.\u201d<\/p>\n
She began pacing only two steps at a time, one hand against the table when the incision pulled.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother gave birth to two girls.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Marlene said.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was told one died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one in this room saw the dead baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe hospital later issued records showing only one child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd somebody has now sent us proof that there were two.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf it\u2019s real.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire turned on him.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop doing that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoing what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTreating every fact you don\u2019t like as potentially fake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m trying to keep you from believing an anonymous stranger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe I trust them because they\u2019ve told me more truth in twenty minutes than you have in thirty-one years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
My mother whispered, \u201cClaire.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI might know something.\u201d<\/p>\n
We all went still.<\/p>\n
Elaine reached into her handbag and pulled out a small leather wallet.<\/p>\n
From behind an old photograph of me, she removed a folded piece of paper.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou carry that around?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
She unfolded it.<\/p>\n
\u201cA name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire moved closer to the phone.<\/p>\n
My mother held the paper toward the camera.<\/p>\n
The handwriting belonged to my father.<\/p>\n
Two words.<\/p>\n
Anna Hale.<\/p>\n
Marlene made a sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know that name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene covered her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnna was what Rebecca planned to name the second baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence fell.<\/p>\n
Daniel sat down slowly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow does Thomas know?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe gave me that paper before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat if someone ever came looking for Rebecca, I should ask about Anna.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire gripped the back of a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister lived.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father\u2014Thomas\u2014knew her name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat proves he knew Rebecca expected twins.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire looked at the footprint image.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt proves somebody kept talking about the second baby after she was supposedly dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel leaned over the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cCheck the identification numbers.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHospital newborn IDs usually connected to a maternal chart.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene looked at him suspiciously.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI represented a hospital contractor once.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire enlarged the document.<\/p>\n
There were two numbers.<\/p>\n
The first ended in 114.<\/p>\n
The second ended in 115.<\/p>\n
\u201cConsecutive,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat would happen to the second record if the baby died?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt wouldn\u2019t disappear. There should still be a birth and death record.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire immediately opened a search browser.<\/p>\n
Marlene stopped her.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot online.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause if someone erased records once, I don\u2019t want them knowing what we\u2019re searching for.\u201d<\/p>\n
The fact that Marlene was now thinking that way frightened me.<\/p>\n
I looked at the unknown number.<\/p>\n
No new messages.<\/p>\n
I typed a reply.<\/p>\n
WHO ARE YOU?<\/p>\n
Daniel saw.<\/p>\n
\u201cI told you not to respond.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI heard you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause we\u2019re done letting fear dictate everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire looked at me through the screen.<\/p>\n
For a moment, something softened in her expression.<\/p>\n
The reply came less than a minute later.<\/p>\n
SOMEONE THOMAS TRUSTED TOO LATE.<\/p>\n
I typed again.<\/p>\n
ARE YOU ANNA?<\/p>\n
No response.<\/p>\n
Claire watched the screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cAsk how they got the records.\u201d<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
The answer came quickly.<\/p>\n
PETER.<\/p>\n
Marlene sat down hard.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter?\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire whispered, \u201cYour brother?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter died twenty-eight years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another message appeared.<\/p>\n
PETER KEPT COPIES.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere?\u201d Claire asked.<\/p>\n
I sent the question.<\/p>\n
The answer:<\/p>\n
WHERE VICTOR NEVER LOOKED.<\/p>\n
Daniel frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat could mean anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then another line appeared.<\/p>\n
ASK ELAINE ABOUT THE GREEN HOUSE.<\/p>\n
My mother stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
I turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat green house?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI haven\u2019t thought about that place in thirty years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat place?\u201d<\/p>\n
She sat down.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Thomas and I first married, we rented a small house outside Millbrook.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat color?\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cGreen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire leaned toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Peter know about it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe stayed there once.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore you were born.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he leave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the house?\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not telling you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think I\u2019m involved.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what to think.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve spent the last hour listening to Marlene accuse me of frightening Rebecca and now anonymous messages are directing us toward old evidence. You think I\u2019m going to steal it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWould you?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question wounded him.<\/p>\n
He did not answer.<\/p>\n
Claire intervened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo one goes anywhere today.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI can.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have Luca.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother can stay with him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Elaine shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbsolutely not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cGlad we agree on something.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
This was exactly the kind of moment when I would once have treated action as proof of responsibility.<\/p>\n
Drive to the house.<\/p>\n
Find the evidence.<\/p>\n
Solve the mystery.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile Claire was recovering and Luca needed stability.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
Everyone looked surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m staying here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cTomorrow we decide together.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel picked up his keys.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m going home.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou are home,\u201d Marlene said.<\/p>\n
He looked around as if only then remembering.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need air.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you going?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDrive.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire stepped between him and the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cMove.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t get to disappear right now.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not disappearing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have before.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence surprised him.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca,\u201d Claire said.<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s face hardened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou disappeared from her life whenever she needed answers, didn\u2019t you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward Marlene.<\/p>\n
She said nothing.<\/p>\n
Finally, Daniel sat back down.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca and I met when we were twenty-two.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice had lost its anger.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was fearless. Smarter than me. Smarter than almost everybody.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire lowered herself into a chair.<\/p>\n
Daniel continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were together on and off for five years. I wanted to marry her. She refused.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she didn\u2019t trust me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems important.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at his hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cI had debts. Gambling.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Claire stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gambled?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBack then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow much?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEnough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor helped you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked up sharply.<\/p>\n
I felt the answer before he spoke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
The favor.<\/p>\n
The debt.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictor paid what you owed,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIn exchange for what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first, nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s always something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wanted information.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Rebecca\u2019s family?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Peter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene whispered, \u201cYou told him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She slapped him.<\/p>\n
The sound cracked through the phone.<\/p>\n
Daniel did not move.<\/p>\n
Marlene stood over him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy brother died because of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou gave Victor Peter\u2019s records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI gave him an address.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere Peter was staying?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene stumbled backward.<\/p>\n
Claire caught her before she fell.<\/p>\n
Daniel covered his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know what Victor would do.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you think he wanted?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo scare him.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene laughed through tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Peter died in a house fire.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew all these years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI suspected.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou married me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI loved you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo not use that word.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire guided Marlene into the chair.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Rebecca know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore you were born.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s why she left you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did she come back?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel looked at Claire.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause of you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe thought I might be your father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd the twin?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear I never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas there another man?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Marlene stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t know his name.\u201d<\/p>\n
Claire leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca said there was someone else around the time you were conceived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said if Victor ever learned who he was, all of us would be in danger.\u201d<\/p>\n
My mother whispered, \u201cThomas?\u201d<\/p>\n
Daniel shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo. Not Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
The mystery shifted again.<\/p>\n
I looked at the message thread.<\/p>\n
A new photograph appeared.<\/p>\n
Not a document.<\/p>\n
A woman.<\/p>\n
Around thirty.<\/p>\n
Dark hair.<\/p>\n
Standing beside a lake.<\/p>\n
She looked so much like Claire that for one disorienting instant I thought it was an old photograph of my wife.<\/p>\n
Claire saw it.<\/p>\n
Her hand flew to her mouth.<\/p>\n
Beneath the photograph were two words.<\/p>\n
ANNA HALE.<\/p>\n
Alive.<\/p>\n
The image appeared recent.<\/p>\n
There was a digital timestamp in the corner.<\/p>\n
September 12, 2026.<\/p>\n
One week ago.<\/p>\n
Claire began crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then another message arrived.<\/p>\n
SHE HAS BEEN LOOKING FOR YOU TOO.<\/p>\n
And immediately after:<\/p>\n
DO NOT TELL DANIEL WHERE SHE IS.<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at Daniel.<\/p>\n
His face had gone completely white.<\/p>\n
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