PART 3 \u2014 THE SECRET MY HUSBAND TOOK TO HIS GRAVE
\nFor several seconds, nobody moved.
\nThe barbecue continued smoking behind us, forgotten, while Jason\u2019s last words seemed to hang in the air.
\n\u201cHe asked whether my mother was dating anyone.\u201d
\nRichard stared at my son.
\n\u201cTell me exactly how Peter contacted you.\u201d
\nJason hesitated.
\n\u201cFacebook.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cFebruary.\u201d
\nRichard shook his head. \u201cNo. Start at the beginning. Every detail.\u201d
\nJason looked at me.
\nI folded my arms. \u201cYou\u2019ve already hidden six months of this from me. Don\u2019t hide another minute.\u201d
\nHe nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cPeter sent me a message saying he\u2019d been an old friend of Dad\u2019s. He knew Dad was dead and said he\u2019d recently found some photographs from when they were young.\u201d
\n\u201cDid he send you this photograph?\u201d Richard asked, pointing toward the picture of the four young men.
\n\u201cNo. Dad already gave me that one.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did Peter send?\u201d
\nJason took out his phone again.
\nHe scrolled through his messages, then stopped.
\n\u201cThis.\u201d
\nThe photograph showed Michael and Peter standing outside what looked like a roadside motel.
\nA handwritten date was visible on the back of the scanned image.
\nOctober 2, 1991.
\nThe night before the newspaper reported Daniel\u2019s death.
\nRichard\u2019s expression changed instantly.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did he get that?\u201d
\n\u201cI never asked.\u201d
\n\u201cYou should have.\u201d
\nJason frowned. \u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I took that photograph.\u201d
\nA chill ran through me.
\n\u201cYou were there?\u201d
\nRichard nodded.
\n\u201cAll four of us were.\u201d
\n\u201cThen tell me what happened.\u201d
\nRichard looked toward the house.
\n\u201cWe shouldn\u2019t do this outside.\u201d
\nTen minutes later, the three of us were sitting around Jason\u2019s kitchen table.
\nNobody touched the food.
\nThe red folder lay open between us.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Richard picked up the old photograph.
\n\u201cWe were idiots back then,\u201d he said quietly. \u201cMichael, Daniel, Peter, and me. We thought friendship meant protecting each other no matter what.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat happened to Daniel?\u201d I asked.
\nRichard\u2019s jaw tightened.
\n\u201cWe were driving home after spending the evening at a bar outside town. Daniel and Peter had been arguing all night.\u201d
\n\u201cAbout what?\u201d
\n\u201cMoney.\u201d
\nJason leaned forward.
\n\u201cWhat money?\u201d
\nRichard looked at him.
\n\u201cPeter had been stealing.\u201d
\n\u201cFrom whom?\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel\u2019s father.\u201d<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
I frowned.
\n\u201cWhy would Peter have access to Daniel\u2019s father\u2019s money?\u201d
\n\u201cThey worked together. Daniel\u2019s father owned a construction company. Peter handled invoices for him.\u201d
\nRichard rubbed his forehead.
\n\u201cDaniel discovered Peter had been creating fake suppliers and sending payments into an account he controlled.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cBack then? Almost eighty thousand dollars.\u201d
\nMy eyes widened.
\nIn 1991, that was a fortune.
\n\u201cDaniel threatened to tell his father,\u201d Richard continued. \u201cPeter begged him not to. Then he threatened him. Michael tried to calm them down.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you?\u201d
\n\u201cI wanted nothing to do with it.\u201d
\nRichard gave a hollow laugh.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish that were true.\u201d
\nHe looked at me.
\n\u201cI was driving.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cThe car that killed Daniel?\u201d
\nRichard nodded.
\n\u201cBut not the way the newspaper described it.\u201d
\nJason sat forward.
\n\u201cWhat really happened?\u201d
\nRichard stared at his hands.
\n\u201cWe stopped on County Road 16 because Daniel demanded Peter get out. They started fighting beside the road.\u201d
\n\u201cPhysically?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what?\u201d
\n\u201cDaniel said he had copies of everything. Bank records. Invoices. Checks. He told Peter he was going to the police in the morning.\u201d
\nRichard stopped.
\nHis eyes became distant.
\n\u201cPeter lost control.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d
\n\u201cHe shoved Daniel.\u201d
\nJason frowned. \u201cThat killed him?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nRichard looked at us.
\n\u201cDaniel stumbled into the road.\u201d
\nI already knew what was coming.
\nI didn\u2019t want to hear it.
\nBut Richard continued.
\n\u201cThere was another car.\u201d
\nI covered my mouth.
\n\u201cIt hit him?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWho was driving?\u201d
\n\u201cWe never knew. They didn\u2019t stop.\u201d
\nRichard\u2019s voice shook.
\n\u201cDaniel was alive for maybe two minutes afterward.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\n\u201cMichael tried CPR. I ran toward the nearest house to call an ambulance because none of us had cell phones. But Peter\u2026\u201d
\nRichard stopped.
\n\u201cBut Peter what?\u201d Jason demanded.
\n\u201cWhen I came back, Peter was gone.\u201d
\n\u201cGone where?\u201d
\n\u201cHe took my car.\u201d
\nJason stared at him.
\n\u201cThen why did the police say the driver was never found?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause when the police arrived, Michael lied.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cWhat did he tell them?\u201d
\n\u201cThat Daniel had been walking alone when an unknown car struck him.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cTo protect Peter.\u201d
\n\u201cAfter Peter pushed Daniel into the road?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI stared at the photograph of my husband.
\n\u201cWhy would Michael protect him?\u201d
\nRichard looked at me with sadness.
\n\u201cBecause Peter had something on Michael.\u201d
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nRichard didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cWHAT DID HE HAVE ON MY HUSBAND?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nI stood so quickly my chair scraped across the floor.
\n\u201cYou expect me to believe that?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m telling you what I know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou were his best friend!\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Michael wouldn\u2019t tell me!\u201d
\nRichard stood too.
\n\u201cHe only said Peter could destroy his family.\u201d
\n\u201cHis family?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cBut Jason was barely a baby then.\u201d
\nRichard froze.
\nI saw it immediately.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing.\u201d
\n\u201cThat wasn\u2019t nothing.\u201d
\nHe looked away.
\n\u201cRichard.\u201d
\nJason stood.
\n\u201cWhat do you know about me?\u201d
\nRichard shook his head.
\n\u201cNothing.\u201d
\n\u201cYou ran the moment you saw me.\u201d
\n\u201cBecause you look exactly like someone.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nRichard stared at Jason.
\nThen slowly turned the old photograph toward us.
\nHis finger landed on one of the four men.
\nNot Michael.
\nPeter.
\nI stared at Jason.
\nThen at the photograph.
\nThen back at Jason.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nJason gave a nervous laugh.
\n\u201cThat doesn\u2019t mean anything. Lots of people look alike.\u201d
\nRichard didn\u2019t respond.
\n\u201cSay something!\u201d I demanded.
\n\u201cLinda, I don\u2019t know what it means.\u201d
\n\u201cYou clearly think you do.\u201d
\n\u201cI think Michael was afraid Peter could destroy his family. I think Peter disappeared after Daniel died. And I think Michael made me promise never to come near any of you.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy YOU?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I refused to keep lying.\u201d
\nRichard\u2019s voice cracked.
\n\u201cTwo days after Daniel\u2019s funeral, I told Michael I was going to the police.\u201d
\nJason stared at him.
\n\u201cDid you?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy not?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Peter found me first.\u201d
\nThe room became very quiet.
\n\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cHe broke into my apartment. Beat me badly enough that I spent four days in the hospital. Then he told me if I talked, someone I loved would pay for it.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cMy younger sister.\u201d
\nRichard swallowed.
\n\u201cShe had a five-year-old daughter. Peter knew where the girl went to school.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cSo you stayed quiet.\u201d
\n\u201cI was twenty-seven and terrified.\u201d
\nRichard looked ashamed.
\n\u201cMichael told me to leave town. He gave me money and made me promise never to contact him again.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you did?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cFor thirty-five years?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cUntil you met me.\u201d
\nHis eyes met mine.
\n\u201cI had no idea who you were, Linda.\u201d
\nI wanted to believe him.
\nGod, I wanted to.
\nBut there were too many coincidences.
\nJason sat down again.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something else.\u201d
\nRichard looked at him sharply.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cPeter didn\u2019t just ask whether Mom was dating.\u201d
\nJason unlocked his phone.
\n\u201cHe asked about Richard.\u201d
\nMy blood went cold.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\nJason opened the message thread.
\n\u201cHe sent me a photograph in April.\u201d
\nHe turned the screen toward us.
\nIt was Richard.
\nStanding outside a coffee shop.
\nThe same coffee shop where Richard and I had our first date.
\nI looked at him.
\n\u201cWhen was that taken?\u201d
\nRichard stared at the screen.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nJason enlarged the picture.
\nAt the bottom was Peter\u2019s message.
\nDO YOU KNOW THIS MAN?
\nMy hands started trembling.
\n\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d
\n\u201cI told him no.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd then?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said if I ever saw him around you, I should call him immediately.\u201d
\nRichard grabbed the phone.
\n\u201cDid you?\u201d
\nJason didn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cJason.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cAbout twenty minutes ago.\u201d
\nRichard pushed away from the table.
\n\u201cWe need to leave.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cNow.\u201d
\n\u201cRichard\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cPeter knows I\u2019m here.\u201d
\nJason shook his head.
\n\u201cSo?\u201d
\n\u201cSo you don\u2019t know him.\u201d
\nRichard started gathering the papers.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t understand what he\u2019s capable of.\u201d
\nI stared at my son.
\n\u201cYou called this man without telling me?\u201d
\n\u201cI thought Richard might be dangerous!\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Peter isn\u2019t?\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know!\u201d
\nRichard suddenly stopped.
\nHe was staring at Michael\u2019s letter.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cThis sentence.\u201d
\nHe pointed to the line Michael had written:
\nIf Richard ever stands face-to-face with Jason, ask Richard what happened to Peter.
\n\u201cThat never made sense,\u201d Richard said.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cMichael knew Peter was alive when I left.\u201d
\nJason frowned.
\n\u201cSo?\u201d
\n\u201cSo why would he write \u2018what happened to Peter\u2019?\u201d
\nNobody spoke.
\nRichard picked up the letter and held it toward the light.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something underneath.\u201d
\nHe ran his finger along the bottom edge.
\nThe paper was thicker there.
\n\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d
\n\u201cThis isn\u2019t one sheet.\u201d
\nHe carefully separated the folded paper.
\nA second, thinner page had been stuck behind it.
\nMy husband had hidden another note.
\nRichard handed it to me.
\nThe handwriting was Michael\u2019s.
\nBut unlike the first letter, this one contained only four lines.
\nLinda,
\nIf you are reading this, I failed to tell you myself.
\nPeter will come back when Jason is old enough to understand.
\nDo not let him convince Jason that he is his father.
\nI stopped breathing.
\nJason stared at me.
\nRichard stared at Jason.
\n\u201cNo,\u201d I whispered.
\nJason grabbed the paper.
\nHe read it twice.
\nThen a third time.
\n\u201cHis father?\u201d
\nHis voice sounded small.
\n\u201cMom?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t know?\u201d
\n\u201cMichael was your father.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why would he write this?\u201d
\n\u201cI DON\u2019T KNOW!\u201d
\nMy voice broke.
\nJason stepped backward as if I had slapped him.
\nRichard looked devastated.
\n\u201cLinda, when was Jason born?\u201d
\n\u201cMarch 1992.\u201d
\nRichard went still.
\nSix months after Daniel died.
\nHe looked at me carefully.
\n\u201cWhen did you meet Michael?\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t answer.
\nBecause suddenly I understood why he was asking.
\n\u201cDecember 1991.\u201d
\nJason\u2019s face emptied.
\nRichard closed his eyes.
\n\u201cOh God.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI shook my head violently.
\n\u201cNo, whatever you\u2019re thinking, no.\u201d
\nJason looked at me.
\n\u201cDad met you three months after Daniel died?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd I was born three months later?\u201d
\nMy eyes filled with tears.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nJason\u2019s voice cracked.
\n\u201cMom\u2026\u201d
\n\u201cI was already pregnant when I met Michael.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nI had never told Jason.
\nNot once.
\nRichard lowered himself into the chair.
\n\u201cWho was Jason\u2019s biological father?\u201d
\nI stared at the floor.
\n\u201cI never knew.\u201d
\nJason looked like he couldn\u2019t understand the words.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean you never knew?\u201d
\n\u201cI mean I didn\u2019t know his name.\u201d
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\n\u201cIt was one night.\u201d
\nMy hands shook.
\n\u201cI was twenty-five. I had just ended a terrible relationship. A friend convinced me to go to a party outside town. I drank too much. I met someone there.\u201d
\n\u201cSomeone?\u201d
\n\u201cI barely knew him.\u201d
\n\u201cYou had a child with him and you don\u2019t know his name?\u201d
\nTears filled my eyes.
\n\u201cI knew his first name.\u201d
\nJason swallowed.
\n\u201cWhat was it?\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t say it.
\nRichard stood.
\n\u201cLinda.\u201d
\nI looked at him.
\nHis face told me he already knew.
\n\u201cSay it,\u201d Jason whispered.
\n\u201cPeter.\u201d
\nJason closed his eyes.
\nThe word seemed to break something inside him.
\nI rushed toward him.
\n\u201cJason, Michael knew. I told him everything before we married. He chose to raise you. He loved you from the day you were born.\u201d
\nJason stepped away from me.
\n\u201cBut he knew who Peter was.\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know that.\u201d
\n\u201cHe knew the entire time.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd he never told either of us.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nRichard looked at the photograph again.
\n\u201cNow I understand.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cWhy Michael protected Peter after Daniel died.\u201d
\nJason stared at him.
\n\u201cBecause Mom was pregnant?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nRichard\u2019s eyes narrowed.
\n\u201cMichael didn\u2019t meet Linda until December. He couldn\u2019t have known about Jason in October.\u201d
\nHe was right.
\nFor a moment, hope returned.
\n\u201cThen Michael protected Peter for another reason.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat reason?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s the secret Peter had over him.\u201d
\nBefore Richard could say more, Jason\u2019s phone rang.
\nAll three of us jumped.
\nUNKNOWN NUMBER.
\nRichard whispered, \u201cDon\u2019t answer.\u201d
\nJason stared at the screen.
\nIt stopped.
\nThree seconds later, a text arrived.
\nJason opened it.
\nHis face went pale.
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d I asked.
\nHe turned the phone around.
\nI\u2019M OUTSIDE.
\nRichard rushed toward the front window.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t!\u201d
\nBut it was too late.
\nHe looked through the blinds.
\nThen he froze.
\nI moved beside him.
\nA black sedan was parked across the street.
\nAn older man stood beside it.
\nGray hair.
\nTall.
\nThin.
\nThe same man from Jason\u2019s photograph.
\nPeter.
\nMy son\u2019s possible biological father.
\nHe wasn\u2019t looking at the house.
\nHe was looking directly at me.
\nThen he smiled.
\nJason\u2019s phone buzzed again.
\nThis time the message was for me.
\nTELL YOUR MOTHER TO BRING MICHAEL\u2019S RED FOLDER.
\nRichard whispered, \u201cHe knows.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nAnother message arrived.
\nSHE HAS FIVE MINUTES.
\nJason started toward the door.
\nRichard grabbed him.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cGet off me.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re not going outside.\u201d
\n\u201cThat man might be my father!\u201d
\n\u201cThat man threatened a five-year-old child to keep me silent.\u201d
\nJason stopped.
\nThen Peter did something strange.
\nHe opened the back door of his sedan.
\nA woman stepped out.
\nShe looked around sixty.
\nI didn\u2019t recognize her.
\nBut Richard did.
\nHis knees nearly buckled.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cWho is she?\u201d
\nRichard couldn\u2019t answer.
\n\u201cRichard!\u201d
\n\u201cMy sister.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cThe sister Peter threatened?\u201d
\nRichard nodded.
\n\u201cBut I haven\u2019t seen her in twenty-eight years.\u201d
\nThe woman looked toward the house.
\nThen Peter handed her something.
\nA photograph.
\nShe held it against the windshield so we could see.
\nRichard made a sound somewhere between a gasp and a sob.
\n\u201cWhat is it?\u201d Jason asked.
\nRichard backed away from the window.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s Daniel.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat about him?\u201d
\nRichard looked at us.
\n\u201cThe photograph was taken after the accident.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\nPeter raised his phone.
\nJason\u2019s phone rang again.
\nThis time Richard answered.
\n\u201cPeter.\u201d
\nWe couldn\u2019t hear the voice on the other end.
\nBut Richard\u2019s expression changed.
\n\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d
\nSilence.
\nThen Richard whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\nAnother pause.
\n\u201cNo. Michael told me Daniel died.\u201d
\nRichard\u2019s face drained completely.
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d I asked.
\nRichard slowly lowered the phone.
\n\u201cHe says Daniel didn\u2019t die on that road.\u201d
\nJason stared at him.
\n\u201cBut the newspaper\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cThen who died?\u201d
\nRichard looked toward Peter.
\nPeter smiled again.
\nAnd then Richard said the sentence that turned everything we believed upside down.
\n\u201cPeter says the body identified as Daniel wasn\u2019t Daniel.\u201d
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cThen where is Daniel?\u201d
\nRichard lifted the phone again.
\n\u201cProve it.\u201d
\nPeter apparently said something.
\nRichard\u2019s eyes widened.
\nThen he turned toward Michael\u2019s red folder.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nRichard opened it and dumped everything onto the table.
\nPolice reports.
\nNewspaper clippings.
\nReceipts.
\nPhotographs.
\nThen an old envelope fell out.
\nRichard tore it open.
\nInside was a bank deposit slip dated October 7, 1991.
\nFour days after Daniel supposedly died.
\nThe deposit was for $40,000.
\nThe account holder\u2019s name made Richard grip the table.
\nMICHAEL ANDERSON.
\nMy husband.
\nJason whispered, \u201cDad got paid?\u201d
\nRichard stared at the deposit slip.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cHow do you know?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I recognize the account number written underneath.\u201d
\nHe pointed to a second number Michael had written in pen.
\n\u201cWhose account is it?\u201d
\nRichard looked toward the man waiting outside.
\n\u201cPeter\u2019s.\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cYou said Peter stole almost eighty thousand dollars.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd this is forty thousand.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cHalf.\u201d
\nRichard nodded.
\nThe implication was horrifying.
\nJason shook his head.
\n\u201cNo. Dad wasn\u2019t part of it.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not saying he was.\u201d
\n\u201cBut someone paid him forty thousand dollars.\u201d
\nRichard studied the slip.
\nThen his eyes suddenly widened.
\n\u201cWait.\u201d
\nHe flipped it over.
\nThere was handwriting on the back.
\nNot Michael\u2019s.
\nDaniel\u2019s.
\nOnly six words:
\nTHE OTHER HALF IS WITH LINDA.
\nI felt the floor disappear beneath me.
\nJason looked at me.
\nRichard looked at me.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know what that means.\u201d
\nBut then I remembered something.
\nSomething Michael had given me shortly before he died.
\nA key.
\nA tiny brass key I had kept for eight years because I never knew what it opened.
\nMichael had pressed it into my palm in the hospital and whispered, \u201cIf anyone from before ever comes back, don\u2019t trust what they tell you. Open the box first.\u201d
\nI had thought the medication was making him confused.
\nI had put the key in my jewelry drawer and forgotten about it.
\nUntil now.
\n\u201cI have something,\u201d I whispered.
\nRichard stared at me.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cA key.\u201d
\nPeter\u2019s car horn suddenly sounded outside.
\nOnce.
\nTwice.
\nThen Jason\u2019s phone buzzed.
\nA final message appeared.
\nYOU HAVE THREE MINUTES, LINDA.
\nI looked through the window.
\nPeter was no longer smiling.
\nAnd suddenly Richard grabbed my shoulders.
\n\u201cLinda, listen carefully. Whatever Michael\u2019s key opens, Peter believes you have it.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat could be worth coming back after thirty-five years?\u201d
\nRichard glanced at the red folder.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t think he came back for money.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what?\u201d
\nBefore Richard could answer, the woman beside Peter suddenly broke away from him.
\nShe ran across the street.
\nStraight toward Jason\u2019s house.
\nPeter shouted after her.
\nShe ignored him.
\nShe reached our front door and began pounding.
\n\u201cRichard!\u201d she screamed.
\nRichard rushed toward the hallway.
\nPeter followed her across the lawn.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t open it!\u201d Jason yelled.
\nBut Richard already had.
\nHis sister stumbled inside.
\nRichard caught her.
\nShe was sobbing.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she gasped. \u201cI\u2019m so sorry.\u201d
\nRichard held her face.
\n\u201cWhere have you been?\u201d
\nShe looked over her shoulder toward Peter.
\nThen at Jason.
\nAnd the instant she saw my son, she began crying harder.
\n\u201cYou look just like him.\u201d
\nJason went rigid.
\n\u201cPeter?\u201d
\nShe shook her head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nNobody moved.
\n\u201cThen who?\u201d I whispered.
\nHer eyes locked on Jason.
\n\u201cDaniel.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nJason looked at the photograph.
\nAt Daniel.
\nThen at Peter.
\nThen back at the woman.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d
\n\u201cNo,\u201d she whispered. \u201cThat\u2019s why Peter came back.\u201d
\nRichard grabbed her shoulders.
\n\u201cTell us the truth.\u201d
\nShe looked at me.
\nAnd what she said next made every secret Michael had kept suddenly seem much darker.
\n\u201cDaniel survived that night.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cThen where is he?\u201d
\nShe began to answer.
\nBut a violent crash exploded from the back of the house.
\nGlass shattered.
\nJason spun around.
\nRichard pulled his sister behind him.
\nAnd from somewhere inside Jason\u2019s house, we heard footsteps.
\nSomeone else was already inside.
\nThen a man\u2019s voice called from the hallway.
\n\u201cLinda?\u201d
\nI froze.
\nBecause I knew that voice.
\nI had heard it only once before.
\nThirty-five years ago.
\nAt a crowded party.
\nOn the night Jason was conceived.
\nAnd whoever had just entered my son\u2019s house was not Peter……………<\/p>\n
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