PART 4 — THE SECRET MY SON HAD BEEN CARRYING
“Because she found me first.”
For a moment, I couldn’t understand what Ben had just said.
My fourteen-year-old son stood beside me in his suit, his face drained of color, while the photograph of him and a supposedly missing woman glowed on my phone screen.
“What do you mean she found you?”
Ben glanced toward Nathan.
Nathan had stopped fighting the officers.
That frightened me more than his anger had.
He was staring at Ben with absolute concentration.
“Ben,” I said softly. “Look at me.”
My son finally did.
“When did Melissa contact you?”
“Three weeks ago.”
“How?”
“She came to my school.”
My heart slammed against my ribs.
“She did what?”
“She didn’t come inside. She waited across the street.”
“Ben!”
“I know. I know I should’ve told you.”
“Then why didn’t you?”
“Because she knew things.”
“What things?”
His eyes moved toward Nathan again.
Nathan spoke immediately.
“Don’t listen to him, Sharon.”
One of the officers tightened his grip on Nathan’s arm.
“Sir, remain quiet.”
Ben swallowed.
“She knew about Aunt Rachel.”
My entire body went cold.
Rachel.
My sister.
The twins’ mother.
The woman whose death had changed all our lives.
“What does my sister have to do with this?”
Ben looked as though he wanted to disappear.
“That’s what I asked her.”
“And?”
“She told me Nathan knew Aunt Rachel.”
I stared at my son.
Then I laughed.
It wasn’t because anything was funny.
It was because the alternative was screaming.
“That’s impossible.”
Nathan and I had met nearly three years after Rachel died.
At least, that was what I had always believed.
“Ben, Nathan never knew Rachel.”
“He told you he didn’t.”
“Because he didn’t.”
Ben shook his head.
“Mom…”
“No.”
“She showed me a picture.”
The room seemed to shrink.
“What picture?”
Ben reached into the inside pocket of his jacket.
Nathan suddenly moved.
“Don’t.”
Every head turned toward him.
Ben froze.
Nathan stared directly at him.
“Whatever she gave you, don’t show it to anyone.”
The officer pulled Nathan backward.
“That’s enough.”
I looked at my fiancé—or whatever he was now.
“Why?”
Nathan said nothing.
“Why don’t you want me to see it?”
His jaw tightened.
I turned toward Ben.
“Give it to me.”
Ben removed a small envelope.
My name was written across the front.
Not printed.
Handwritten.
SHARON.
Something about the handwriting bothered me.
I couldn’t immediately understand why.
Then I opened the envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
My knees nearly gave out.
Rachel stood outside a restaurant.
She was younger.
Maybe thirty-two.
Her hair fell over one shoulder, and she was laughing at whoever held the camera.
Standing beside her…
was Nathan.
His arm was around my sister’s waist.
I couldn’t breathe.
“No.”
Rebecca stepped closer.
“Oh my God.”
Linda covered her mouth.
Nathan looked away.
I turned the photograph over.
There was a date written on the back.
Eight years ago.
Two years before Rachel died.
I looked at Nathan.
“You knew her.”
He said nothing.
“You knew my sister.”
Still nothing.
“NATHAN!”
“Yes.”
One word.
One impossible word.
I stared at him.
“How?”
“It’s complicated.”
“Stop saying that!”
My voice echoed through the venue.
“Every time one of your lies gets exposed, you tell me it’s complicated. You had your arm around my sister. Explain it.”
Nathan glanced at the officers.
“I want an attorney.”
Daniel almost laughed.
“Now you want legal advice?”
Nathan ignored him.
I stepped closer.
“Was Rachel one of them?”
His eyes flickered.
“One of what?”
“The women.”
“No.”
“Women with houses. Women with money. Women you could manipulate.”
“No!”
“Then what was she?”
Nathan said nothing.
Ben answered.
“His girlfriend.”
I turned.
“What?”
“Melissa told me they dated.”
My daughters were staring at us from the front row.
I’d almost forgotten they were there.
Rachel’s daughters.
Their faces had gone pale.
One whispered, “Mom dated him?”
Nathan looked toward them.
And something in his expression made me step between him and the girls.
“Don’t look at them.”
“Sharon—”
“Don’t even say their names.”
Rebecca approached Ben.
“What exactly did Melissa tell you?”
Ben hesitated.
“She said Nathan dated Aunt Rachel for almost a year.”
I stared at him.
“Rachel would’ve told me.”
“Maybe she couldn’t.”
“Why?”
Ben reached into his pocket again.
This time he removed a small flash drive.
Nathan’s reaction was immediate.
“Where did you get that?”
Ben stepped backward.
“Melissa.”
“Give it to me.”
The officer pulled Nathan away.
“Sir.”
“That belongs to me!”
Melissa’s name had frightened him.
The photograph had unsettled him.
But the flash drive?
That terrified him.
I could see it.
“What is on this?”
I asked.
Ben shook his head.
“I don’t know.”
“You didn’t look?”
“Melissa told me not to.”
“Why?”
“She said only you should see it.”
Daniel held out his hand.
“Don’t plug that into a personal computer. We should have investigators examine it safely.”
I nodded.
He was right.
Everything suddenly felt dangerous.
The officer took an evidence bag from his belt.
Ben carefully placed the flash drive inside.
Nathan watched every movement.
Then he muttered, “You’ve just made this worse.”
I stared at him.
“For whom?”
He didn’t answer.
The doors at the back of the venue opened again.
Everyone turned.
A woman walked inside.
She wore dark trousers, a gray blouse, and sunglasses.
Her hair was shoulder-length and streaked with gray.
She removed the sunglasses.
I recognized her immediately.
Melissa Grant.
Alive.
Rebecca gasped.
Linda staggered backward.
Nathan went rigid.
Melissa stopped at the end of the aisle.
For several seconds, she and Nathan simply stared at each other.
Then Nathan whispered, “No.”
Melissa began walking toward us.
“You look disappointed.”
“You’re dead.”
A strange smile touched her face.
“No, Nathan. You just needed everyone to believe I was.”
Rebecca moved forward.
“Melissa?”
Melissa looked at her.
“I’m sorry.”
Rebecca’s eyes filled with tears.
“We searched for you.”
“I know.”
“You knew?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were alive?”
Melissa looked toward Nathan.
“Because he was watching you.”
Nathan laughed.
“This is insane.”
Melissa ignored him.
She stopped beside me.
“I’m sorry about your wedding.”
I stared at her.
“You contacted my son.”
“Yes.”
“He’s fourteen.”
“I know.”
“You could have contacted me.”
“I tried.”
“So did Rebecca, apparently.”
“Nathan controlled more of your communications than you realize.”
My stomach turned.
“What do you want from me?”
“Nothing.”
“Then why are you here?”
Melissa looked toward my daughters.
Her expression changed.
Pain appeared in her eyes.
“I came because of Rachel.”
My chest tightened.
“Tell me how you knew my sister.”
Melissa took a slow breath.
“Rachel saved my life.”
Silence fell over the room.
“What?”
“Five years ago, everyone thought I disappeared because Nathan had done something to me.”
She glanced toward Daniel.
“That’s what you believed, isn’t it?”
Daniel nodded cautiously.
“Based on the available evidence.”
Melissa looked at Linda.
“Linda gave me ten thousand dollars.”
Linda began crying again.
“You promised never to come back.”
“I didn’t have a choice.”
“What happened?” I demanded.
Melissa looked at me.
“Nathan was stealing from me.”
The pattern.
Of course.
“I discovered almost forty thousand dollars missing from an account. When I confronted him, he threatened me.”
Nathan shook his head.
“That’s a lie.”
Melissa continued.
“I wanted to go to the police, but Nathan had documents carrying my signature.”
“Forged?”
“Some. Others he’d tricked me into signing.”
My thoughts returned to the paperwork he’d given me six weeks earlier.
My stomach twisted.
“He told me if I accused him of stealing, he’d make it look as though I’d committed the fraud myself.”
“And Linda?”
“She found out.”
Linda stared at the floor.
“She gave me money to disappear.”
“Why would you agree?”
Melissa looked toward Nathan.
“Because someone warned me that staying would put me in danger.”
“Who?”
Her eyes returned to mine.
“Rachel.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“Rachel had been dead for three years when you disappeared.”
Melissa shook her head.
“No.”
I stared at her.
“What?”
“Your dates are wrong.”
“No, they’re not.”
“Sharon…”
“My sister died six years ago.”
Melissa’s face changed.
“That’s what you were told.”
The floor seemed to move beneath me.
“What are you saying?”
Melissa reached inside her bag.
Nathan suddenly began struggling again.
“Don’t!”
The officers restrained him.
“STOP HER!”
Melissa removed a folder.
“Sharon, I need you to prepare yourself.”
“For what?”
“The woman you buried wasn’t Rachel.”
My daughters screamed.
One started crying immediately.
I stared at Melissa.
“Don’t.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t you dare say something like that about my sister.”
“I’m telling you because Nathan won’t.”
I turned toward him.
His face answered before his mouth could.
He knew.
My chest tightened painfully.
“Who did we bury?”
Melissa didn’t answer.
“WHO?”
“I don’t know.”
I could barely remain standing.
I remembered the funeral.
The closed casket.
The explanation that Rachel’s injuries from the accident had been too severe for viewing.
The hospital identification had supposedly been handled before I arrived.
I’d trusted the paperwork.
Trusted the officials.
Trusted the grief that had swallowed our family whole.
“That’s impossible.”
Daniel stepped forward.
“Melissa, what evidence do you have?”
She opened the folder.
“Rachel contacted me five years ago.”
My mind rejected the sentence.
“After her funeral?”
“Yes.”
“How?”
“Email first. Then we met.”
I shook my head violently.
“No.”
Melissa removed several printed pages.
“These are copies.”
I didn’t take them.
I couldn’t.
Then Melissa said, “She told me something only you would understand.”
I looked at her.
“What?”
“Bluebird.”
My heart stopped.
Nobody knew that.
When Rachel and I were children, our father had built us a tiny blue wooden birdhouse.
During thunderstorms, Rachel would crawl into my bed and whisper, “Bluebird keeps watch.”
Years later, it became our private phrase.
Whenever one of us was frightened, we’d text one word.
Bluebird.
I had never told Nathan.
Never told Ben.
Never told anyone.
“Where did you hear that?”
“Rachel.”
Tears blurred my vision.
“When?”
“Five years ago.”
I grabbed the edge of a chair.
If Melissa was telling the truth, then Rachel had been alive for at least a year after I believed I’d buried her.
“Why wouldn’t she contact me?”
“She wanted to.”
“Then why didn’t she?”
“Because she believed Nathan was watching your family.”
I looked at him.
Nathan shook his head.
“This woman is manipulating you.”
Melissa laughed bitterly.
“You haven’t changed.”
I stepped toward Nathan.
“Did you know Rachel was alive?”
“No.”
“Look at me.”
He did.
“Did you know?”
“No.”
Melissa spoke behind me.
“Ask him about Clearwater.”
Nathan’s eyes changed.
I noticed.
So did Daniel.
“What is Clearwater?”
I asked.
Nobody answered.
“Melissa?”
“Florida.”
I turned toward Nathan.
“You told me you’d never lived in Florida.”
“I haven’t.”
Melissa pulled another photograph from the folder.
“This was taken in Clearwater seven years ago.”
She handed it to me.
Nathan stood beside Rachel outside what looked like an apartment building.
The date was printed in the corner.
Seven years ago.
A year before Rachel’s supposed death.
“Why were you there?”
Nathan stared at the photograph.
“We dated briefly.”
“Why did Rachel never tell me?”
“Ask her.”
The words came out before he could stop himself.
Silence.
My breath caught.
“What did you say?”
Nathan froze.
Melissa stared at him.
Rebecca whispered, “Oh my God.”
I stepped closer.
“You said ask her.”
“I meant if she were alive.”
“No, you didn’t.”
“Sharon—”
“You know where she is.”
“No.”
“YOU KNOW WHERE MY SISTER IS!”
My daughters were crying now.
Ben wrapped an arm around both of them.
One officer spoke quietly into his radio.
Nathan lowered his head.
For the first time since the recording played, he looked exhausted.
Not angry.
Not smug.
Defeated.
“I don’t know where she is now.”
My knees weakened.
“Now?”
He closed his eyes.
That single word had betrayed him again.
“You saw her after the funeral.”
Nathan said nothing.
“When?”
“Sharon…”
“WHEN?”
“Four years ago.”
The room went silent.
I couldn’t process it.
My sister had supposedly been dead for six years.
Nathan claimed to have seen her four years ago.
“Where?”
“Arizona.”
“Why?”
“She contacted me.”
“What did she want?”
“Money.”
Melissa shook her head.
“Liar.”
Nathan glared at her.
“You weren’t there.”
“No, but I know Rachel.”
“You knew the version she wanted you to know.”
“What does that mean?”
Nathan looked at me.
“Your sister wasn’t who you thought she was.”
I slapped him.
The sound cracked through the room.
One officer immediately moved between us.
I didn’t regret it.
“Don’t speak about her that way.”
Nathan rubbed his cheek.
“You want the truth?”
“Yes.”
“No, Sharon. You want a version that makes Rachel innocent and me evil.”
“You’re already doing an excellent job of making yourself evil.”
His mouth tightened.
“Rachel was involved.”
“In what?”
“The money.”
Melissa laughed.
“That’s ridiculous.”
“Is it?”
Nathan looked toward Rebecca.
“Ask her where the first eighty thousand went.”
Rebecca stared at him.
“You stole it.”
“Did I?”
“Yes!”
“Then why was thirty thousand transferred to an account belonging to Rachel two weeks later?”
Rebecca froze.
I stared at Nathan.
“What?”
Daniel immediately spoke.
“Do you have proof?”
“I did.”
“Where?”
Nathan looked toward the evidence bag containing the flash drive.
“On that.”
Everyone turned.
Ben’s face went pale.
“You knew about the drive?”
Nathan laughed quietly.
“It was mine.”
Melissa shook her head.
“No. Rachel gave it to me.”
“After stealing it from me.”
I looked between them.
“What is on that drive?”
Nathan answered.
“Everything.”
“Everything about what?”
“The accounts.”
Daniel stepped closer.
“What accounts?”
Nathan smiled without humor.
“Not just Sharon’s.”
My stomach tightened.
“How many women?”
Nathan didn’t answer.
“How many?”
“More than three.”
Rebecca covered her mouth.
Daniel asked, “How many?”
Nathan looked toward Melissa.
Then toward his mother.
“Eleven.”
The number hit the room like an explosion.
Eleven women.
Eleven lives.
“You’re lying,” Rebecca whispered.
“I wish I were.”
I stared at him.
“And Rachel?”
His expression became unreadable.
“Rachel discovered what I was doing.”
“So she tried to stop you.”
“At first.”
My stomach turned.
“What does that mean?”
“She wanted in.”
“No.”
“Sharon—”
“NO.”
“Your sister helped move money.”
Melissa stepped forward.
“That’s not true.”
“Check the drive.”
“Rachel was collecting evidence against you!”
“That’s what she told you.”
Nathan looked at me.
“You want to know why she disappeared?”
I couldn’t answer.
“Because eventually she had more to lose from the truth coming out than I did.”
My mind screamed that he was lying.
He had lied about everything.
Why would I believe this?
And yet…
Why had Rachel stayed hidden?
Why hadn’t she contacted her daughters?
Why had she allowed me to raise them believing their mother was dead?
There had to be another explanation.
“Where is she?”
I whispered.
“I told you. I don’t know.”
“When did you last see her?”
“Four years ago.”
“Where in Arizona?”
“Outside Tucson.”
“Why were you meeting?”
“She wanted something.”
“What?”
Nathan hesitated.
Then he looked at my daughters.
I saw it.
Whatever answer he had involved them.
“Don’t look at them.”
He returned his gaze to me.
“Rachel wanted me to promise I’d never contact the girls.”
My heart twisted.
“Why would she say that?”
“Because she was leaving.”
“Where?”
“She wouldn’t tell me.”
“Why would a mother abandon her children?”
Nathan said nothing.
Melissa suddenly spoke.
“She didn’t.”
Everyone turned.
Melissa was staring at Nathan.
“Rachel wasn’t running from her daughters.”
“How would you know?”
“Because she called me after she met you.”
Nathan’s face changed.
Melissa continued.
“She told me she’d finally gotten what she needed.”
“What did she need?” I asked.
“Proof.”
“Of the theft?”
“Of everything.”
Nathan shook his head.
“She was bluffing.”
Melissa looked at the flash drive.
“Apparently not.”
Daniel spoke to the officer.
“We need that drive analyzed immediately.”
The officer nodded.
Then Melissa turned to me.
“There’s something else.”
I almost didn’t want to ask.
Every answer had created a worse question.
“What?”
“Rachel gave me instructions.”
“When?”
“Four years ago.”
“What instructions?”
“She told me that if Nathan ever tried to become part of your life, I should wait.”
“Wait for what?”
“Until the wedding.”
My skin prickled.
“You knew he was dating me?”
“Not immediately.”
“When did you find out?”
“Eight months ago.”
“And you waited?”
“I had to.”
“You let this man live in my house!”
“I needed him to believe nobody knew.”
“You contacted my son!”
“Because three weeks ago, something changed.”
“What?”
Melissa stared toward Linda.
Linda had become strangely quiet.
“What changed?”
I demanded.
“Linda contacted me.”
Everyone turned toward her.
Nathan stared at his mother.
“What?”
Linda shook her head.
“Melissa…”
Nathan’s voice sharpened.
“You contacted her?”
Linda began crying.
“I had to.”
“Why?”
“Because you’d gone too far.”
Nathan looked genuinely stunned.
“What did you tell her?”
Linda wouldn’t answer.
Melissa did.
“She told me Nathan wasn’t planning merely to take your money.”
I felt Ben move closer.
“What else was he planning?”
Melissa looked toward my children.
“He wanted Sharon out of the house permanently.”
A terrible silence followed.
“What does permanently mean?”
Nathan shouted.
“Nothing!”
Melissa stared directly at me.
“That’s why I came back.”
My heartbeat thundered.
“Tell me.”
“Linda overheard Nathan speaking to someone two weeks ago.”
“About what?”
“A trip.”
Nathan struggled against the officer.
“She’s lying!”
Melissa continued.
“He planned a honeymoon for the two of you.”
“I know.”
“You think you’re going to Hawaii.”
I stared at her.
“Yes.”
“You’re not.”
“What?”
“Nathan canceled those reservations six weeks ago.”
I looked at him.
“Where were we going?”
Melissa answered.
“Mexico.”
Nathan began shouting over her.
“SHUT UP!”
The officers pulled him backward.
“Why Mexico?”
I asked.
Melissa hesitated.
“Because Nathan had already purchased a return ticket.”
My mouth went dry.
“For both of us?”
“No.”
The room seemed to vanish.
“Only for himself.”
Ben whispered, “Mom…”
I couldn’t take my eyes off Nathan.
“You bought one return ticket?”
“It wasn’t like that.”
“Then what was it like?”
“I hadn’t finished booking yours.”
Melissa shook her head.
“He booked it four weeks ago.”
Nathan stopped speaking.
My blood ran cold.
“You weren’t planning for me to come home.”
“No!”
“Then why only one ticket?”
“I can explain.”
“Explain.”
Nothing.
Linda began sobbing harder.
“I’m sorry, Sharon.”
I turned toward her.
“What did he intend to do?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yes, you do.”
“No.”
“You were frightened enough to contact a woman who’s supposedly been missing for five years.”
Linda covered her face.
“Tell me!”
“He said…”
Her voice broke.
Nathan shouted, “MOM!”
One officer pushed him toward the doors.
Linda looked at me.
“He said after the honeymoon, there wouldn’t be anyone left to challenge the documents.”
My stomach dropped.
My daughters began crying.
Ben stepped toward Nathan.
“You were going to hurt my mom!”
I grabbed him.
“Ben, no.”
Nathan shook his head violently.
“I never said that!”
Linda screamed back.
“You said she’d never come back!”
“I meant she’d leave me!”
“You bought one ticket!”
Nathan’s face twisted with rage.
“YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU HEARD!”
The officers began leading him toward the exit.
“Wait!” I shouted.
Nathan turned.
I didn’t recognize the man staring back at me.
“Where is Rachel?”
He smiled.
And that smile chilled me more than anything else he’d done.
“Ask your son.”
I looked at Ben.
“What?”
Ben stared at Nathan.
“I don’t know where she is.”
Nathan laughed.
“Don’t you?”
“Stop messing with him.”
“I’m not.”
He looked directly at Ben.
“Tell your mother what Melissa gave you this morning.”
I turned toward my son.
“She gave you something else?”
Ben’s face drained of color.
“No.”
“Ben.”
He looked at Melissa.
She seemed confused.
“What is he talking about?”
Nathan laughed again.
“He hasn’t told you?”
“Ben?”
My son began trembling.
“Mom, I was going to.”
“Going to tell me what?”
He reached into his trouser pocket.
His fingers emerged holding a tiny brass key.
I stared at it.
“What does that open?”
“I don’t know.”
“Who gave it to you?”
“Melissa.”
I looked at her.
She shook her head.
“I didn’t give him that.”
Ben stared at her.
“Yes, you did.”
“No.”
“You handed me the envelope outside.”
“What envelope?”
“The one with the picture.”
Melissa’s expression changed.
“Ben, I never gave you an envelope this morning.”
The hairs rose along my arms.
“Then who did?”
Ben looked toward the entrance.
“A woman.”
“What woman?”
“She said she was with Melissa.”
Melissa stepped closer.
“What did she look like?”
Ben swallowed.
“She had a baseball cap and sunglasses.”
“How old?”
“I don’t know. Maybe forty.”
My heart began pounding.
“What did she say?”
Ben reached into his pocket again.
This time he removed a folded piece of paper.
“I didn’t read it.”
My name was written across the front.
SHARON.
Same handwriting as the photograph envelope.
My fingers trembled.
I opened it.
There was only one sentence.
Bluebird keeps watch.
My legs nearly collapsed.
“No.”
The room blurred through my tears.
That phrase.
Exactly as Rachel used to say it.
I turned the paper over.
There was an address.
And beneath it:
Locker 214.
The brass key had a tiny number engraved into it.
214.
Melissa stared at the note.
“Oh my God.”
“What?”
She looked at me.
“That’s Rachel’s handwriting.”
My daughters heard her.
One whispered, “Mommy?”
The word shattered me.
I looked toward the venue entrance.
Nathan was being taken outside.
Before the doors closed, he turned his head.
He saw the key in my hand.
And for the first time all day, his face showed unmistakable terror.
“SHARON!”
The officers kept moving.
“Don’t open that locker!”
I stared at him.
“Why?”
He struggled violently.
“Listen to me!”
“WHY?”
His answer echoed across the venue.
“BECAUSE IF RACHEL LEFT THAT KEY, SHE KNOWS WHO YOU REALLY ARE!”
The doors slammed shut.
Silence.
I stared at the key.
Who I really was?
“What does that mean?”
Nobody answered.
Then Daniel’s phone rang.
He looked at the screen.
“I need to take this.”
He walked several feet away.
I barely noticed.
My mind was fixed on the note.
Bluebird keeps watch.
Rachel had written that.
I knew she had.
Which meant there was only one possibility I could allow myself to believe.
My sister might still be alive.
Daniel suddenly stopped talking.
His face changed.
“What?”
I asked.
He lowered the phone slowly.
“That was the investigator examining the documents connected to Nathan.”
“And?”
“They found the location corresponding to Locker 214.”
My grip tightened around the key.
“Where?”
“A bus terminal about twenty minutes from here.”
I looked at Ben.
Then at the twins.
Then at Melissa.
“We’re going.”
Daniel shook his head.
“Sharon, police should clear it first.”
“Rachel left that key for me.”
“We don’t know that.”
I held up the note.
“I do.”
Less than an hour later, I stood inside the terminal with Daniel, Melissa, Ben, and two investigators.
My daughters had gone home with my closest friend.
I had changed out of my wedding dress.
I couldn’t bear to wear it another second.
Locker 214 stood at the end of a long metal row.
My hand shook as I inserted the key.
“Mom,” Ben whispered.
I looked at him.
“You don’t have to.”
“Yes, I do.”
I turned the key.
Click.
The door opened.
Inside was a black duffel bag.
Nothing else.
One investigator removed it carefully and placed it on a nearby table.
He opened it.
Inside were stacks of documents.
Photographs.
Bank statements.
Several flash drives.
A prepaid phone.
And a sealed envelope.
My name was written across it.
I picked it up.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
Rachel.
I opened it.
The first line made me cry.
Sharon, if you’re reading this, Nathan finally tried to marry you.
I covered my mouth.
Ben put his arm around me.
I kept reading.
I’m sorry I let you believe I was dead.
My vision blurred.
She was alive.
At least when she’d written this.
I continued.
I know you will hate me for what I did, but disappearing was the only way I could protect you, Ben, and my girls. Nathan was only one piece of something much larger.
My eyes moved faster.
Do not trust the story Nathan tells you about me. I never helped him steal money. I helped trace it.
Melissa whispered, “I knew it.”
I kept reading.
There are twelve victims that I know of, possibly more. Nathan did not create the operation.
I stopped.
Daniel leaned closer.
“What?”
I read the next line aloud.
“Someone else did.”
The investigator’s expression changed.
I continued.
Nathan recruits. Nathan charms. Nathan steals. But somebody chooses the women. Somebody researches their finances, families, weaknesses, and losses before Nathan ever meets them.
My stomach twisted.
Nathan hadn’t found me accidentally.
Someone had selected me.
I read on.
When I discovered who was choosing the victims, I understood why I had to disappear.
My hands shook violently.
Then I reached the next sentence.
And everything inside me stopped.
Sharon, the person running the operation is someone you know.
Ben stared at me.
“Who?”
I continued.
Someone who has been part of your life for years.
I turned the page.
There was a photograph clipped to the letter.
I pulled it free.
My breath vanished.
“No.”
Ben looked at the picture.
His face changed.
“Mom?”
Daniel leaned over my shoulder.
Melissa whispered, “Who is that?”
I couldn’t answer.
The photograph showed Nathan sitting at a restaurant table.
Across from him was the person Rachel claimed had selected his victims.
Someone who knew exactly how much money I had.
Someone who knew about my house.
Someone who knew about Rachel’s death.
Someone who knew how desperately I’d wanted my children to have a stable family again.
And someone who had personally introduced me to Nathan almost two years earlier.
Ben whispered, “Mom… why is he meeting Nathan?”
Tears filled my eyes.
Because sitting across from Nathan in the photograph was my late husband’s older brother.
My children’s beloved Uncle David.
The man who had stood beside me after my husband’s death.
The man who had helped me raise Ben.
The man who had comforted the twins after Rachel’s funeral.
The man who had told me Nathan was “one of the good ones.”
I turned the photograph over.
Rachel had written four words on the back.
DAVID CHOSE YOU NEXT.
My phone rang.
I nearly dropped it.
The screen showed one name.
DAVID.
Nobody spoke.
It rang again.
Ben whispered, “Don’t answer.”
But something made me press the button.
I lifted the phone to my ear.
“Hello?”
David’s familiar voice came through calmly.
“Sharon.”
I couldn’t breathe.
“Where are you?”
I looked around the terminal.
“Why?”
A long silence followed.
Then David sighed.
“You opened Rachel’s locker, didn’t you?”
My blood turned to ice.
“How do you know about the locker?”
He ignored the question.
“Listen carefully. Take Ben and leave the terminal.”
“Why?”
“Because Nathan isn’t the person Rachel was hiding from.”
My fingers tightened around the phone.
“I know.”
Silence.
Then David spoke again.
His voice had changed.
“How much did she tell you?”
“Enough.”
Another pause.
Then, very softly, he said:
“Then you need to understand something before you decide I’m the monster.”
“What?”
“Rachel didn’t fake her death because of Nathan.”
My throat tightened.
“Then why?”
David’s answer made the key slip from my fingers and hit the floor.
“She faked it because of you.”
END OF PART 4
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