He had changed the password.
After twenty minutes, I tried the date we met.
It opened.
“Seriously, Jack?”
I was convinced Jack had a son.
Lucy looked up. “Is Daddy in the computer?”
My throat closed. “No, sweetheart. Mommy’s just looking for something.”
One name kept appearing on Jack’s laptop.
Ethan C.
“Who are you?”
I tried the date we met.
“Mommy?”
“Nothing, baby.”
I found legal fees, childcare expenses, and ETHAN TRUST.
“You had a trust for him?”
“Is that Daddy’s computer?”
Ethan C.
“Yes.”
“Are you mad at Daddy?”
“I don’t know yet.”
Then I found the insurance documents.
He had protected money for Lucy, the baby, and me.
ETHAN TRUST.
“Are you still mad?”
“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.”