“I grew up in care. Jack and I knew each other from the children’s home.”
That stopped me.
Jack almost never talked about those years.
“You knew him as a kid?”
Stop talking like you’re in a movie.
“Yes.”
“And now?”
“I work with families and children moving through the system.”
“Was that why you were at the hospital?”
“I was helping him locate Ethan and understand what options existed.”
I grew up in care.
I swallowed. “Then whose child is Ethan?”
Mara shook her head. “I promised Jack I wouldn’t tell you who Ethan was.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Maybe. But he wanted you to decide whether you wanted to keep looking. He didn’t want me putting another responsibility in your lap the week he died.”
I was helping him locate Ethan.
“Did he have another family?”
“That’s exactly the question Jack made me promise not to answer.”
“So that’s a yes.”
“It means if you want the answer, you have to keep looking.”
Then she left.
By the time Mara left, I was convinced Jack had a son.
I wouldn’t tell you who Ethan was.
***
The next morning, I opened Jack’s laptop.