“I was helping him locate Ethan and understand what options existed.”
I swallowed.
“Then whose child is Ethan?”
Mara shook her head.
“I promised Jack I wouldn’t tell you who Ethan was.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Maybe. But he wanted you to decide whether you wanted to keep looking. He didn’t want me putting another responsibility in your lap the week he died.”
“Did he have another family?”
“That’s exactly the question Jack made me promise not to answer.”
“So that’s a yes.”
“It means if you want the answer, you have to keep looking.”
Then she left.
By the time Mara left, I was convinced Jack had a son.
The next morning, I opened Jack’s laptop.
He had changed the password.
After twenty minutes, I tried the date we met.
It opened.
“Seriously, Jack?”
Lucy looked up.
“Is Daddy in the computer?”
My throat closed.
