Ethan C.
There were also documents relating to a trust, family records, and several addresses.
I called Mara.
“I found the documents.”
She was quiet.
“I’m going to the address.”
“Please don’t go there angry.”
“I just want the truth.”
“That’s what Jack wanted too.”
The address belonged to a family home where several children were being cared for.
A woman named Denise answered the door.
When she saw me, her expression changed.
“You’re Claire.”
“Yes.”
“Jack’s wife.”
I nodded.
“Can I see Ethan?”
Denise invited me inside.
A little boy was sitting on the floor, carefully building a train track.
When he looked up, I immediately noticed something familiar in his expression.
“Ethan?”
He nodded.
“
Jack showed me your picture,” he said.
My heart tightened.
“He did?”
“And Lucy’s.”
“What did he tell you about us?”
“That Lucy likes dinosaurs.”
I smiled despite myself.
