“Whatever you think Jack did, don’t make Ethan pay for it.”
“I would never hurt a child.”
“I know. That’s why Jack trusted you.”
“Don’t tell me what my husband thought.”
“Then go. But go for the truth, not revenge.”
I drove there believing I was about to meet proof that my marriage had been a lie.
But the person waiting at that address was about to turn my entire theory upside down.
The address belonged to a foster family.
A woman opened the door.
“I’m Denise.”
“Claire.”
Her expression changed.
“Jack’s wife.”
“You knew him?”
“He visited Ethan.”
My knees nearly gave out.
“Can I see him?”
Denise studied me, then sighed.
“Come in.”
A little boy was building a train track.
He looked up.
Dark eyes. A stubborn cowlick.
I grabbed the back of a chair.
“Oh my God.”
Denise stepped closer.
“Are you okay?”
