“No, sweetheart. Mommy’s just looking for something.”
One name kept appearing on Jack’s laptop.
Ethan C.
“Who are you?”
“Mommy?”
“Nothing, baby.”
I found legal fees, childcare expenses, and ETHAN TRUST.
“You had a trust for him?”
“Is that Daddy’s computer?”
“Yes.”
“Are you mad at Daddy?”
“I don’t know yet.”
Then I found the insurance documents.
He had protected money for Lucy, the baby, and me.
“Are you still mad?”
“Yes.”
“At Daddy?”
“I think so.”
“Why?”
“Because he should’ve told me.”
“Can you ask him?”
My hand froze on the mouse.
“No, baby.”
“Oh.”
Then I found the maps.
The same address appeared again and again.
Forty minutes away.
I called Mara.
“I found the money.”
Silence.
“Claire…”
“I’m going to that address.”
“Please don’t show up angry.”
“So he is Jack’s son.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
