“What does this mean?”
He asked me to give you this.
Rebecca’s face changed. “Read it at home.”
“Do you know what’s inside?”
“Yes.”
“Then tell me.”
“I promised Ethan I wouldn’t.”
That was the moment gratitude turned into suspicion. And the next sentence turned suspicion into rage.
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Read it at home.
I couldn’t make myself finish the letter at the cemetery.
I folded it, took it home, and waited until I was alone before opening it again.
‘Her name is Lily. Mom, she is Dad’s biological daughter.’
I read it three times.
Then I kept going.
The next sentence turned suspicion into rage.
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‘I found out before Dad died. Please don’t blame Lily. She didn’t choose any of this. Dad had been sending money to Rebecca for years. I know what that looks like, but please talk to her before you decide what kind of man he was.’
I dropped the letter. “No, no, no.”
I thought Ethan had just given me the truth.
He’d only given me the first piece of it – and one thing he believed was completely wrong.
‘She is Dad’s biological daughter.’
There were copies of bank transfers tucked behind Ethan’s pages.
