For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood him.
\n\u201cSay that again.\u201d
\nRussell looked like he wanted the floor to open beneath him.
\n\u201cPatricia Lane was Mama\u2019s daughter.\u201d
\nRebecca stopped breathing beside me.
\nI stared at my brother.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cMama had two children.\u201d
\nRussell shook his head.
\n\u201cShe had three.\u201d
\nThe abandoned mill seemed to tilt around me.
\nDust floated through the thin afternoon light.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
The old tape recorder sat between us like it had been waiting decades for this moment.
\nI whispered, \u201cWhy was her last name Lane?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause she wasn\u2019t raised by Mama.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d
\nRussell sat on the edge of one of the crates.
\n\u201cMama had Patricia before she met Dad.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cShe was sixteen.\u201d
\nI said nothing.
\n\u201cShe got pregnant. Her parents sent her away to stay with relatives in Arkansas.\u201d
\n\u201cHow do you know this?\u201d
\n\u201cMama told me after Wayne died.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy you?\u201d
\n\u201cShe said she was trying to find the courage to tell you.\u201d
\nI laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cApparently courage was always scheduled for later.\u201d
\nRussell lowered his head.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have every right to be angry.\u201d
\n\u201cI am tired of having the right to be angry.\u201d
\nRebecca touched my arm.
\nI pulled away gently.
\nNot because of her.
\nBecause I could barely stand inside my own skin.
\n\u201cTell me everything.\u201d
\nRussell nodded.
\n\u201cPatricia was born in 1946. Mama\u2019s aunt and uncle raised her. Their last name was Lane.\u201d
\n\u201cDid Mama ever see her?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow often?\u201d
\n\u201cNot much when Patricia was young. More after she turned eighteen.\u201d
\nI tried to imagine Mama before she was Mama.
\nSixteen.
\nPregnant.
\nSent away.
\nA baby taken from her.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
A secret beginning before Russell or I even existed.
\n\u201cDid Patricia know Mama was her mother?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd did she know about us?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cDid we know about her?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cObviously.\u201d
\nRussell closed his eyes.
\n\u201cMama wanted to tell us.\u201d
\n\u201cBut?\u201d
\n\u201cHer parents made her promise.\u201d
\n\u201cThey were dead long before Patricia disappeared.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what stopped her?\u201d
\nRussell looked toward Tape Number Eight.
\n\u201cWayne.\u201d
\nMy stomach sank.
\nOf course.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It always came back to Wayne. PART 8 \u2014 MAMA\u2019S FIRST DAUGHTER For a moment, I thought I had misunderstood him. \u201cSay that again.\u201d Russell looked like he wanted the floor to open beneath him. \u201cPatricia … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":5199,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5747","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5747","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5747"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5747\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5750,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5747\/revisions\/5750"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/5199"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5747"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5747"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/echostoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5747"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\n\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d
\nRussell reached into one of the crates and pulled out a folder.
\nThe tab read:
\nPATRICIA LANE<\/strong>
\nMy hands went cold.
\nThomas had kept a file on her.
\nI opened it.
\nInside was a photograph.
\nPatricia looked about thirty.
\nDark hair.
\nStrong eyebrows.
\nA smile that looked disturbingly familiar.
\nMy smile.
\nI stared at her.
\nRebecca noticed.
\n\u201cShe looks like you.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t answer.
\nThere were letters beneath the photograph.
\nSome from Patricia to Mama.
\nSome from Mama to Patricia.
\nMost had never been mailed.
\nI unfolded one.
\nMama,<\/strong>
\nI know you were young. I know they gave you no choice. But I cannot keep being your secret forever.<\/strong>
\nMy vision blurred.
\nAnother:
\nRussell and Linda deserve to know I exist.<\/strong>
\nI sat down.
\n\u201cShe wanted to meet us.\u201d
\nRussell nodded.
\n\u201cShe did.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cThe year before your accident.\u201d
\nI looked at him sharply.
\n\u201cYou knew?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. Not then.\u201d
\n\u201cDid Wayne?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cMama told him.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cShe thought he would help.\u201d
\nI laughed again.
\nThis time it hurt.
\n\u201cMama trusted the worst possible man every time it mattered.\u201d
\nRussell said nothing.
\nI kept reading.
\nPatricia had written:
\nI met Wayne last Thursday. I don\u2019t like the way he looks at me. He asked too many questions about where I work and what records I keep.<\/strong>
\nI stopped.
\n\u201cWhat records?\u201d
\nRussell looked at Rebecca.
\nThen at me.
\n\u201cPatricia worked at a finance company.\u201d
\nMy heartbeat quickened.
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\n\u201cOne that handled commercial loans.\u201d
\n\u201cFor the delivery company?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nEverything snapped tighter.
\nPatricia.
\nRuth.
\nThomas.
\nWayne.
\nThe stolen money.
\nThey weren\u2019t separate stories.
\nThey were all touching the same thing.
\nI looked at Russell.
\n\u201cPatricia found something.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWe need the tape.\u201d
\nHe picked up Reel Eight.
\nThis time I didn\u2019t hesitate.
\nWe threaded it through the recorder.
\nStatic.
\nThen Thomas Bell\u2019s voice.
\n\u201cState your name.\u201d
\nA woman answered.
\n\u201cPatricia Elaine Lane.\u201d
\nI froze.
\nHer voice.
\nMy sister\u2019s voice.
\nA sister I had never met.
\nThomas asked, \u201cWhy did you come to me?\u201d
\nPatricia said, \u201cBecause Evelyn won\u2019t listen.\u201d
\nMama.
\nThomas asked, \u201cListen about what?\u201d
\n\u201cWayne.\u201d
\nA pause.
\n\u201cHe is stealing money through shell accounts connected to Mercer Towing.\u201d
\nRebecca closed her eyes.
\nPatricia continued.
\n\u201cHe is forging signatures and moving loans between businesses. I think Daniel Mercer is helping him.\u201d
\nThomas asked, \u201cDo you have proof?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cIn my office.\u201d
\n\u201cDoes Wayne know?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cI think so.\u201d
\nThe tape crackled.
\nThen Patricia said something that made every muscle in my body tighten.
\n\u201cHe came to my apartment last night.\u201d
\nThomas asked, \u201cWhat did he want?\u201d
\n\u201cHe told me family secrets should stay buried.\u201d
\nI gripped the edge of the crate.
\n\u201cHe knows who you are?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Evelyn?\u201d
\n\u201cShe told him years ago.\u201d
\nThomas cursed under his breath.
\nPatricia continued.
\n\u201cHe said if I exposed him, Linda would get hurt.\u201d
\nI stopped breathing.
\nRussell looked at me.
\nRebecca covered her mouth.
\nThomas said, \u201cWhy Linda?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Evelyn loves her differently.\u201d
\nMy eyes filled.
\nThomas asked, \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\nPatricia gave a sad little laugh.
\n\u201cIt means she lost me once. Wayne knows she won\u2019t survive losing another daughter.\u201d
\nThe tape went quiet.
\nI stared at nothing.
\nAll my life I had believed Mama\u2019s fear began after my accident.
\nIt hadn\u2019t.
\nShe had already lost one daughter before the truck ever came near me.
\nThomas spoke again.
\n\u201cPatricia, you need to go to the police.\u201d
\n\u201cI tried.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cThey said I needed more than copies.\u201d
\n\u201cThen give me what you have.\u201d
\n\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Wayne took them.\u201d
\nRussell whispered, \u201cJesus.\u201d
\nThomas asked, \u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cThis morning.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cHe came into the office after closing. He knew exactly which cabinet.\u201d
\n\u201cWho told him?\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThen Patricia said:
\n\u201cDaniel.\u201d
\nRebecca turned away.
\nHer father again.
\nThomas asked, \u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d
\n\u201cI made duplicates.\u201d
\nMy pulse quickened.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nThomas asked the same thing.
\nPatricia answered:
\n\u201cSomewhere Wayne will never think to look.\u201d
\nThe tape clicked.
\nI stared toward the crates.
\n\u201cHere?\u201d
\nRussell shook his head.
\n\u201cMaybe.\u201d
\nThe recording resumed.
\nThomas said, \u201cPatricia, if something happens to you, I need a name.\u201d
\n\u201cA name?\u201d
\n\u201cSomeone who can confirm Wayne threatened you.\u201d
\nPatricia hesitated.
\nThen:
\n\u201cEvelyn.\u201d
\nMama.
\nThomas said, \u201cAnyone else?\u201d
\nA long pause.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cRussell Harper.\u201d
\nMy head snapped toward him.
\nHe went pale.
\n\u201cYou knew her.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThe tape says she knew you.\u201d
\n\u201cI met her once.\u201d
\n\u201cYou just said you didn\u2019t know about her then.\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know she was Mama\u2019s daughter.\u201d
\nAnger surged through me.
\n\u201cYou met her and never thought to mention that?\u201d
\n\u201cI was eighteen.\u201d
\n\u201cSo?\u201d
\n\u201cShe told me her name was Pat.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nRussell\u2019s eyes moved toward the floor.
\n\u201cAt the mill.\u201d
\nI looked around us.
\n\u201cThis mill?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cThe night she disappeared.\u201d
\nRebecca whispered, \u201cOh my God.\u201d
\nI stepped toward him.
\n\u201cYou were here?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou told me you only knew about the red shoe.\u201d
\n\u201cI lied.\u201d
\nI shut my eyes.
\nOf course he had.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Wayne was here too.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\n\u201cStart from the beginning.\u201d
\nRussell swallowed.
\n\u201cI came out here because Wayne told me to.\u201d
\n\u201cFor what?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said he needed help moving boxes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat boxes?\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat time?\u201d
\n\u201cAfter midnight.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Patricia?\u201d
\n\u201cShe was already here.\u201d
\n\u201cAlive?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWas Mama here?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nRebecca\u2019s face collapsed.
\nI asked, \u201cThomas?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nRussell stared at the old concrete floor.
\n\u201cPatricia was screaming at Wayne.\u201d
\n\u201cAbout the records?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cShe had hidden copies here?\u201d
\n\u201cI think so.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did Wayne do?\u201d
\n\u201cHe hit her.\u201d
\nMy jaw tightened.
\n\u201cThen what?\u201d
\n\u201cShe fell.\u201d
\n\u201cWas she hurt?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHow badly?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou were there.\u201d
\n\u201cI panicked.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did you do?\u201d
\n\u201cI told Wayne to stop.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cHe told me to leave.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you?\u201d
\nRussell began crying.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cYou left her with Wayne and Daniel.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAlive?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou are sure?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI looked at the reel.
\n\u201cThen why was her shoe behind our house?\u201d
\nRussell wiped his face.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s the part I never understood.\u201d
\nWe listened again.
\nAfter Patricia\u2019s testimony, the tape changed.
\nA different recording.
\nThomas speaking alone.
\n\u201cSeptember seventeenth. Patricia Lane failed to report to work. Her apartment is empty. Evelyn says she hasn\u2019t heard from her.\u201d
\nThen:
\n\u201cRussell Harper claims Patricia was alive when he left the mill.\u201d
\nRussell flinched.
\nThomas continued.
\n\u201cI found blood near the loading bay.\u201d
\nRebecca whispered, \u201cHer blood?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nThomas said:
\n\u201cI also found tire tracks from Wayne Harper\u2019s station wagon.\u201d
\nMy memory flashed.
\nThe station wagon.
\nMud.
\nMama screaming.
\nThe red shoe.
\nThomas continued:
\n\u201cAt 4:10 a.m., I followed Wayne home.\u201d
\nMy hands went cold.
\n\u201cHe carried something wrapped in a canvas tarp into the backyard.\u201d
\nRussell stood abruptly.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cNo, no, no.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat is it?\u201d
\nHe looked at me.
\n\u201cThat night.\u201d
\nHis voice trembled.
\n\u201cI saw Wayne digging.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cBehind the house?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you tell me?\u201d
\n\u201cI thought it was stolen money.\u201d
\n\u201cYou thought he buried money in the yard?\u201d
\n\u201cHe did things like that.\u201d
\nI looked back at the recorder.
\nThomas\u2019s voice continued.
\n\u201cI could not see what was inside the tarp.\u201d
\nThen static.
\nThen:
\n\u201cEvelyn came outside.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\nThomas said:
\n\u201cShe saw Wayne.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThen:
\n\u201cShe screamed.\u201d
\nThe memory came back.
\nMama screaming.
\nNot at me.
\nNot at Russell.
\nOutside.
\nIn the dark.
\nThomas continued:
\n\u201cWayne grabbed her and dragged her inside.\u201d
\nThe tape clicked off.
\nRebecca stared at me.
\n\u201cThe backyard.\u201d
\nI was already thinking it.
\nMama\u2019s old house.
\nThe house I had sold.
\nThe yard where I had played.
\nThe yard where we had birthday parties.
\nWhere Mama grew tomatoes.
\nWhere Wayne may have buried something in the middle of the night.
\nRussell whispered, \u201cWe need the police.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nThis time there was no argument.
\nWe called them from the mill.
\nWe gave them the tapes.
\nThe files.
\nThe letters.
\nEverything.
\nBy evening, investigators had begun reviewing the evidence.
\nBy the next morning, they had a warrant for Mama\u2019s old property.
\nI stood across the street while officers entered the backyard.
\nThe new owners looked terrified.
\nI apologized to them three times.
\nThey kept saying it was okay.
\nIt wasn\u2019t.
\nNothing about this was okay.
\nA forensic team began scanning the ground.
\nNear the old garden, the machine stopped.
\nThen again.
\nAnd again.
\nOne investigator marked a rectangle with small flags.
\nRussell stood beside me.
\nHis face was empty.
\nRebecca held Ruth\u2019s silver bird necklace in both hands.
\nThey started digging.
\nFirst dirt.
\nThen roots.
\nThen a piece of rotted canvas.
\nI stopped breathing.
\nAn officer told us to move farther back.
\nI couldn\u2019t.
\nMy legs refused.
\nMinutes later, one investigator slowly stood.
\nHe looked toward the detective.
\nThen shook his head.
\nThe detective came to us.
\n\u201cMs. Harper.\u201d
\nI knew before he spoke.
\n\u201cWe found human remains.\u201d
\nRussell folded in half.
\nRebecca grabbed my arm.
\nI stared at Mama\u2019s backyard.
\n\u201cPatricia?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\n\u201cHow long?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll need forensic testing.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nBut the detective wasn\u2019t finished.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something unusual.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWe found two sets.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cTwo?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nRussell looked up.
\n\u201cTwo people?\u201d
\nThe detective nodded.
\n\u201cOne appears to have been buried earlier than the other.\u201d
\nRebecca whispered, \u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nBut I did know one thing.
\nPatricia had vanished when I was sixteen.
\nRuth disappeared a year later.
\nAnd Ruth had survived.
\nSo whoever lay beside Patricia had been erased from our family story so completely that none of us had even known to ask their name.
\nThat evening, I returned to the mill.
\nAlone.
\nThe police had taken most of the evidence, but one crate remained because it held old family papers they considered irrelevant.
\nI opened it.
\nBirth certificates.
\nTax records.
\nPhotographs.
\nThen I found an envelope taped beneath the bottom panel.
\nMama\u2019s handwriting.
\nFor Linda only.<\/strong>
\nI almost laughed.
\nEven now.
\nAnother envelope.
\nAnother secret.
\nI opened it.
\nInside was a single sheet of paper.
\nLinda,<\/strong>
\nIf they found Patricia, then they probably found Anna too.<\/strong>
\nMy hands began shaking.
\nAnna.
\nWho was Anna?
\nI read faster.
\nI need you to understand that Patricia was not the first daughter I lost.<\/strong>
\nI stopped.
\nNo.
\nThe words blurred.
\nI wiped my eyes and continued.
\nAnna was my younger sister.<\/strong>
\nI exhaled.
\nNot another daughter.
\nMama\u2019s sister.
\nA woman nobody had ever mentioned.
\nShe disappeared when I was nineteen.<\/strong>
\nMy chest tightened.
\nThat was decades before Wayne.
\nOr so I thought.
\nThen I read the next sentence.
\nEveryone said she ran away.<\/strong>
\nI kept going.
\nShe didn\u2019t.<\/strong>
\nMy pulse pounded.
\nOur father killed her.<\/strong>
\nI sat down hard.
\nThe Harper family.
\nThe mill.
\nThe buried body.
\nThis wasn\u2019t only Wayne\u2019s story.
\nMama had grown up inside secrets long before she married him.
\nThe letter continued.
\nI saw where Daddy buried Anna behind the house. I was too afraid to tell anyone.<\/strong>
\nTears filled my eyes.
\nMama had learned silence as a girl.
\nLong before she used it on me.
\nYears later, when Wayne buried Patricia in almost the same place, I understood something terrible.<\/strong>
\nMy hands shook.
\nI had married a man who reminded me of my father.<\/strong>
\nI covered my mouth.
\nThere it was.
\nNot an excuse.
\nNot forgiveness.
\nBut an explanation.
\nMama had spent her entire life repeating the fear she had learned as a teenager.
\nI read the final paragraph.
\nI moved Anna\u2019s remains after Daddy died.<\/strong>
\nMy breath caught.
\nI buried her beside Patricia because I could not bear the thought of either of them being alone.<\/strong>
\nI stared at the page.
\nTwo bodies.
\nPatricia.
\nAnna.
\nNot another victim of Wayne.
\nA victim of an older monster.
\nA secret older than me.
\nOlder than Russell.
\nOlder than Mama\u2019s marriage.
\nThen one final sentence:
\nBut Linda, if the police found Anna, they will also find what I buried beneath her.<\/strong>
\nI looked toward the old family house in the distance.
\nWhat now?
\nWhat could possibly still be left?
\nMy phone rang.
\nThe detective.
\nI answered.
\n\u201cMs. Harper?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWe found something underneath the second burial.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cA metal lockbox.\u201d
\nMy grip tightened around the phone.
\n\u201cHave you opened it?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThen:
\n\u201cThere are photographs inside.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\nThe detective hesitated.
\n\u201cPhotographs of Wayne.\u201d
\nMy stomach sank.
\n\u201cWith Patricia?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cRuth?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen who?\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cA man we haven\u2019t identified.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWhat are they doing?\u201d
\n\u201cMeeting. Exchanging envelopes. Money, apparently.\u201d
\nI stood.
\n\u201cWhy does that matter?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause the photographs are dated before Wayne ever met your mother.\u201d
\nI stopped breathing.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\n\u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cOne photograph has writing on the back.\u201d
\n\u201cWhose handwriting?\u201d
\n\u201cYour mother\u2019s.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d
\nThe detective read it slowly.
\nThis is the man who sent Wayne to our family.<\/strong>
\nI gripped the edge of the crate.
\n\u201cSent him?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWho is the man?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\nThen the detective added:
\n\u201cBut there\u2019s a name written underneath.\u201d
\nI barely managed to ask:
\n\u201cWhat name?\u201d
\nHe answered.
\n\u201cDaniel Mercer.\u201d
\nI froze.
\nRebecca\u2019s father.
\nWayne\u2019s supposed friend.
\nThe man we believed Wayne met later.
\nThe man who had helped hide money.
\nHide Ruth.
\nHide Patricia.
\nBut if Mama\u2019s photograph was real, Daniel had known Wayne before Wayne ever entered our family.
\nWhich meant Wayne hadn\u2019t simply stumbled into Mama\u2019s life.
\nHe had been sent there.
\nAnd suddenly the worst question was no longer what Wayne had done after he joined our family.
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