She handed me an envelope.
“What is it?”
“He asked me to wait until after he was gone.”
I opened it with trembling hands.
Jack’s handwriting filled the first page.
Claire,
I’m sorry you’re learning this without me.
There is a little boy named Ethan.
You don’t owe him anything. If you want to stop here, you can.
But if youdecide to find him,opened.
One name appeared repeatedly in his files.
Ethan C.
There were also documents relating to a trust, family records, and several addresses.
I called Mara.
“I found the documents.”
She was quiet.
“I’m
going to the address.”
“Please don’t go there angry.”
“I just want the truth.”
“That’s what Jack wanted too.”
The address belonged to a family home where several children were being cared for.
A woman named Denise answered the door.
When she saw me, her expression changed.
