“But you knew Jack.”
“I knew he cared about Ethan.”
“As his father?”
Denise’s expression tightened.
“I can’t answer that.”
“Because you’re not allowed to?”
“Because I honestly don’t know.”
I stared at Ethan.
I thought I was finally close to the truth. What I learned next changed the entire story.
I pulled out my phone.
“She knows.”
“Knows what?”
I was already searching for the number.
“Who Ethan is.”
Mrs. Bennett answered on the fourth ring.
“Mrs. Bennett?”
“Yes?”
“My name is Claire. I’m Jack’s wife.”
“Oh.”
That one word told me I had found the right person.
“Jack contacted you last year.”
“Yes.”
“I need to know why.”
Two hours later, I was sitting across from an eighty-one-year-old woman.
Mrs. Bennett pushed an old photograph toward me.
“Which one is Jack?”
She touched the taller boy.
“And the other?”
“Daniel.”
“Who’s Daniel?”
