Mrs. Bennett.
“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 knew he cared about Ethan.
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.
Changed the entire story.
“Mrs. Bennett?”
“Yes?”
“My name is Claire. I’m Jack’s wife.”
“Oh.”
That one word told me I had found the right person.
She knows.
“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.
I had found the right person.
“Which one is Jack?”
She touched the taller boy.