Eighteen years had a different explanation.
“Partly?”
Rebecca’s expression tightened.
“What else were you being paid for?”
“I wasn’t being paid.”
“Then what do you call eighteen years of money from the man who destroyed your husband?”
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Partly.
She went still.
My husband.
The words clicked into place.
Rebecca H. Michael H.
I stared at her. “So that’s what you were to Michael.”
“Yes.”
“And Daniel started sending you money after he died.”
The words clicked into place.
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“Yes.”
“Why?”
Rebecca took a breath. “Because Michael left something behind, Daniel could never give back.”
“What?”
Before she could answer, a voice came from behind me.
“Mom?”
Michael left something behind.
Rebecca went pale.
I turned.
A young woman stood in the doorway.
Thin. Tired.
One hand rested against her chest.
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Against my son’s heart.
Rebecca went pale.
“Lily,” Rebecca whispered.
The girl looked straight at me.
And suddenly Ethan’s letter felt different.
He had known exactly who would receive his heart.
But if he’d been wrong about Daniel being her father, then there was still something he had discovered that I hadn’t.
And Lily was standing right in front of me with the answer.
