I stared at him. Why would he say that? Why would a man who had nothing to hide say don’t?
That one word scared me more than anything that came next.
Why would a man who had nothing to hide say don’t?
I unfolded the paper.
It was a photograph, years old.
Douglas sat at a restaurant table with his arm around Judy. She was laughing, and she was very visibly pregnant. His hand rested on her stomach.
Nobody holds a stranger like that.
It was a photograph, years old.
“What is this?”
I flipped it over. In Judy’s handwriting were a man’s name and a phone number.
Daniel.
My mind went straight to Bruce. A pregnant sister. A boyfriend who had supposedly only met her when I introduced them.
A boyfriend who’d pretended not to know her.
In Judy’s handwriting were a man’s name and a phone number.