“Does Caleb know Julian died?”
Arthur nodded.
“He does now.”
“Now?”
“He found out this morning.”
I stared at him.
“You knew him?”
“I have known Caleb for years.”
The room suddenly seemed much smaller.
“Then why didn’t Julian tell me?”
Arthur gave me a sad smile.
“Because Julian was afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“That Caleb would look at him and see the father who failed to save Lily.”
I closed my eyes.
For all those years, Julian had carried that guilt.
Even after finding his son, he had been too afraid to knock on his door.
“He wanted you to do it,” Arthur said.
“Do what?”
“Give Caleb the notebook.”
My heart began pounding.
“I don’t understand.”
“You were the one person Julian believed could tell his story without asking Caleb to forgive him.”
I looked at the red dress.
Then at the photograph.
Then at the notebook.
“I don’t know Caleb.”
