“Yes.”
“At Daddy?”
“I think so.”
“Why?”
He had protected money.
“Because he should’ve told me.”
“Can you ask him?”
My hand froze on the mouse. “No, baby.”
“Oh.”
Then I found the maps.
He should’ve told me.
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.”
I found the maps.
“Please don’t show up angry.”
“So he is Jack’s son.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You didn’t have to.”
“Whatever you think Jack did, don’t make Ethan pay for it.”
Don’t show up angry.
“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.