The flash drive could not be reviewed immediately.<\/p>\n
That was the first thing everyone agreed upon.<\/p>\n
The second was that Candice was not leaving with it.<\/p>\n
The deputy secured the drive while Rebecca arranged to preserve its contents properly.<\/p>\n
Julian hated the delay.<\/p>\n
I did not.<\/p>\n
By then I had learned enough to distrust revelations delivered too quickly.<\/p>\n
Facts needed context.<\/p>\n
Context needed proof.<\/p>\n
And grief needed room.<\/p>\n
Nora stayed.<\/p>\n
She seemed ready to leave twice.<\/p>\n
Both times Julian found a reason to ask another question.<\/p>\n
Not a personal one.<\/p>\n
Not yet.<\/p>\n
He asked about Rose.<\/p>\n
About Claire.<\/p>\n
About where Nora grew up.<\/p>\n
About college.<\/p>\n
He circled around the word daughter without saying it.<\/p>\n
Nora answered carefully.<\/p>\n
She had spent forty-one years learning not to expect anything from him.<\/p>\n
A few hours could not undo that.<\/p>\n
Rebecca eventually asked the deputy whether we could retrieve a laptop from Nora\u2019s house to examine her copy of the recording, assuming she still had one.<\/p>\n
Nora nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI do.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou kept backups?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter dealing with Candice, I kept backups of backups.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcellent instinct.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora\u2019s house was six streets away, exactly as Rebecca had said.<\/p>\n
We went in two cars.<\/p>\n
Julian drove me.<\/p>\n
Nora rode with Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Candice remained behind with the deputy until arrangements could be made regarding her belongings and vehicle.<\/p>\n
Julian watched her in the mirror as we left.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s going to say I abandoned her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
He gripped the wheel.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not the question she will ask.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat will she ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhether you will still protect her from consequences.\u201d<\/p>\n
He drove in silence.<\/p>\n
Nora\u2019s house surprised me.<\/p>\n
Not because it was large or expensive.<\/p>\n
Because it was ordinary.<\/p>\n
One-story brick.<\/p>\n
Blue shutters.<\/p>\n
A bicycle leaning beside the garage.<\/p>\n
Two planters of rosemary near the steps.<\/p>\n
For decades I had imagined Arthur\u2019s secret as something distant and dramatic.<\/p>\n
Instead it lived six streets away and grew herbs.<\/p>\n
Nora unlocked the door.<\/p>\n
A dog immediately barked from somewhere inside.<\/p>\n
Julian startled.<\/p>\n
Nora looked embarrassed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI forgot about Pepper.\u201d<\/p>\n
A small brown dog appeared.<\/p>\n
It charged Julian.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
Sniffed his shoe.<\/p>\n
Sneezed.<\/p>\n
Julian looked down.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems judgmental.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora laughed.<\/p>\n
The sound surprised all of us.<\/p>\n
For one second they looked less like strangers connected by catastrophe and more like two people who might have met under normal circumstances.<\/p>\n
Then the moment passed.<\/p>\n
Nora brought us to a small office.<\/p>\n
Shelves covered one wall.<\/p>\n
Family photographs sat everywhere.<\/p>\n
Claire.<\/p>\n
Rose.<\/p>\n
Nora as a child.<\/p>\n
Nora at graduation.<\/p>\n
Nora with a man I assumed had once been her husband.<\/p>\n
Nora with a teenage boy.<\/p>\n
Julian noticed that one.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour son?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He went still.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEthan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow old?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeventeen.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n
He had acquired a daughter and grandson in one afternoon.<\/p>\n
Nora noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s at his father\u2019s this weekend.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes he know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwo years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I promised myself I wouldn\u2019t make secrecy hereditary.\u201d<\/p>\n
I liked her immediately for that sentence.<\/p>\n
Julian seemed to as well.<\/p>\n
Nora opened a locked drawer.<\/p>\n
Inside were three flash drives.<\/p>\n
She selected one.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis should contain the recording.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked, \u201cOriginal file?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA copy of the file Candice gave me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCandice gave you Arthur\u2019s recording?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora looked toward Julian.<\/p>\n
\u201cTo prove she knew things about the family that I didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora connected the drive to an old laptop.<\/p>\n
She found the file.<\/p>\n
Date created: February 14, 2011.<\/p>\n
Arthur died that April.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe recorded it two months before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAccording to Candice.\u201d<\/p>\n
The file lasted forty-three minutes.<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked whether we wanted to listen.<\/p>\n
Julian looked at me.<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Nora pressed play.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s voice filled the room.<\/p>\n
I had not heard it in eleven years.<\/p>\n
Time did something strange.<\/p>\n
My husband was suddenly alive in a small speaker.<\/p>\n
Older.<\/p>\n
Breathless.<\/p>\n
But unmistakably Arthur.<\/p>\n
For several seconds I could not hear the words.<\/p>\n
Only him.<\/p>\n
The pauses.<\/p>\n
The throat clearing.<\/p>\n
The slight whistle he developed after surgery.<\/p>\n
I put both hands in my lap.<\/p>\n
\u201cContinue.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording appeared to begin in the middle of a conversation.<\/p>\n
Candice\u2019s younger voice asked whether Arthur was certain.<\/p>\n
He answered yes.<\/p>\n
He said he was running out of time.<\/p>\n
Julian leaned closer.<\/p>\n
Candice asked what she was supposed to do if Evelyn discovered the papers.<\/p>\n
Arthur said:<\/p>\n
\u201cProtect her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shut my eyes.<\/p>\n
There it was again.<\/p>\n
The word that had caused so much damage.<\/p>\n
Candice asked what protection meant.<\/p>\n
Arthur said I had already buried a daughter in 1967.<\/p>\n
Julian looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou never told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot fully.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur continued.<\/p>\n
The first baby had been stillborn at thirty-five weeks.<\/p>\n
We named her Anne.<\/p>\n
Julian whispered, \u201cAnne.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
Arthur said that when our son died two years later, he watched something inside me disappear.<\/p>\n
I remembered only fragments of that morning.<\/p>\n
Pain.<\/p>\n
Medication.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Then waking and hearing Arthur say the baby was alive.<\/p>\n
He had called it a miracle.<\/p>\n
On the recording, Arthur admitted Samuel came to him with the idea.<\/p>\n
A teenage mother.<\/p>\n
A baby headed for adoption.<\/p>\n
No paperwork finalized yet.<\/p>\n
An overwhelmed hospital.<\/p>\n
A storm.<\/p>\n
Two frightened men convincing themselves fate had presented a solution.<\/p>\n
Julian\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
Arthur said he knew it was wrong.<\/p>\n
He also said that at the time wrong seemed smaller than watching me bury another child.<\/p>\n
I began to cry.<\/p>\n
Not because I forgave him.<\/p>\n
Because I remembered the woman I had been.<\/p>\n
Twenty-four years old.<\/p>\n
One dead daughter behind me.<\/p>\n
A second pregnancy filled with fear.<\/p>\n
Arthur had known exactly what another burial might do to me.<\/p>\n
That knowledge had made his decision more human.<\/p>\n
And more terrible.<\/p>\n
Julian reached for my hand.<\/p>\n
I took it.<\/p>\n
On the recording, Candice asked whether Arthur regretted raising Julian.<\/p>\n
His answer came immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cNever.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian lowered his head.<\/p>\n
Arthur said Julian was his son in every way that mattered to him.<\/p>\n
Then his voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I regret stealing everyone else\u2019s choices.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Finally.<\/p>\n
A sentence with no excuse inside it.<\/p>\n
Arthur admitted Rose lost a son.<\/p>\n
I lost the right to grieve mine.<\/p>\n
Julian lost the truth about his birth.<\/p>\n
Claire and Julian lost the chance to avoid a relationship that should never have happened.<\/p>\n
Nora inherited the consequences.<\/p>\n
Samuel lived under guilt.<\/p>\n
Everyone had paid.<\/p>\n
Arthur said:<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought one lie would save Evelyn. Then I needed ten lies to protect the first one.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca wrote the sentence down.<\/p>\n
The recording continued.<\/p>\n
Candice asked why Arthur had chosen her to tell.<\/p>\n
That question made Julian look up.<\/p>\n
Arthur was quiet for a long time.<\/p>\n
Then he answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause Julian loves you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Candice laughed nervously.<\/p>\n
Arthur continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause when I\u2019m gone, you will have more influence over what he does than anyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian\u2019s expression hardened.<\/p>\n
Arthur said he needed Candice to safeguard certain records until he died.<\/p>\n
Afterward, if circumstances were right, she was supposed to tell Julian.<\/p>\n
Nora stopped the playback.<\/p>\n
Julian stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe was supposed to tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cKeep listening.\u201d<\/p>\n
She pressed play.<\/p>\n
Candice asked how she would know when circumstances were right.<\/p>\n
Arthur said that if Nora ever made contact, Julian should be told.<\/p>\n
Immediately.<\/p>\n
Julian stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cStop.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora paused it.<\/p>\n
He looked sick.<\/p>\n
\u201cNora contacted her in 2015.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDad explicitly told Candice to tell me if Nora contacted her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian paced.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wasn\u2019t protecting his promise.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe violated it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The realization seemed to rearrange something.<\/p>\n
For years Candice had hidden behind Arthur\u2019s authority.<\/p>\n
Now we had Arthur\u2019s own voice contradicting her.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlay it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora did.<\/p>\n
Arthur described the account he had created for Nora.<\/p>\n
He said it belonged morally to her, though the structure was complicated.<\/p>\n
Candice asked whether Julian knew.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
I knew?<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
Arthur said he had used proceeds from property sales he considered separately his, though he admitted legal ownership might be disputed.<\/p>\n
Rebecca wrote furiously.<\/p>\n
Then Candice asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happens if Evelyn finds out?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur said:<\/p>\n
\u201cShe may hate me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Candice replied:<\/p>\n
\u201cShe could challenge the account.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur answered:<\/p>\n
\u201cShe can.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
He had expected me to have rights.<\/p>\n
Then he added:<\/p>\n
\u201cBut no one should take her house.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n
She noticed.<\/p>\n
Arthur continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe Savannah house is Evelyn\u2019s. Whatever happens, that house is hers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian sat down slowly.<\/p>\n
Arthur had specifically protected the property Candice later tried to use.<\/p>\n
Candice asked whether Nora could make a claim against it.<\/p>\n
Arthur said:<\/p>\n
\u201cNot if I have anything to say about it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then something unexpected happened.<\/p>\n
Candice asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if Evelyn can\u2019t manage it someday?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur was silent.<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
2011.<\/p>\n
Four years before Nora contacted Candice.<\/p>\n
Eight years before Candice asked Samuel about competence.<\/p>\n
Eleven years before moving into my home.<\/p>\n
The idea had already entered her mind.<\/p>\n
Arthur answered carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Evelyn ever needs help, Julian helps her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Candice asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd me?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur said:<\/p>\n
\u201cYou help Julian.\u201d<\/p>\n
Not me.<\/p>\n
Not control of my finances.<\/p>\n
Not the house.<\/p>\n
Help Julian.<\/p>\n
Candice pressed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if Julian isn\u2019t good with the details?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur laughed weakly.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe gets that from me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou do not take Evelyn\u2019s choices from her.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went completely still.<\/p>\n
I could barely breathe.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s voice continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe trusted me more than I deserved. Do not make her pay again for trusting family.\u201d<\/p>\n
I covered my mouth.<\/p>\n
Julian cried silently.<\/p>\n
Nora looked away.<\/p>\n
Even Rebecca stopped writing.<\/p>\n
For all Arthur\u2019s failures, he had understood one thing at the end.<\/p>\n
Candice had heard it.<\/p>\n
And ignored it.<\/p>\n
The recording continued.<\/p>\n
Arthur instructed Candice to give me a sealed letter if the truth ever surfaced.<\/p>\n
The one we found that morning.<\/p>\n
He told her to preserve the original agreement.<\/p>\n
He told her where records were hidden in the desk.<\/p>\n
That explained everything.<\/p>\n
Candice knew the compartment.<\/p>\n
She knew the documents.<\/p>\n
She knew the financial history.<\/p>\n
She knew enough to manipulate all of it.<\/p>\n
Then Arthur said something I did not expect.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf anything happens to the Nora account, tell Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
Candice asked why.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she is the one person who will make it right, even if she hates me for it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the computer.<\/p>\n
Arthur had trusted me to repair the damage he could not.<\/p>\n
Candice had spent years preventing exactly that.<\/p>\n
The recording shifted.<\/p>\n
Candice\u2019s tone changed.<\/p>\n
She asked:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat if Nora never comes?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur answered:<\/p>\n
\u201cThen leave it alone until Julian knows.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd if Julian never knows?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe needs to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEven if it destroys him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe deserves his life.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
That sentence appeared to reach somewhere nothing else had.<\/p>\n
He deserves his life.<\/p>\n
Arthur had stolen the truth for decades.<\/p>\n
At the end he knew Julian deserved it back.<\/p>\n
Then Candice asked about Rose\u2019s payments.<\/p>\n
Arthur explained.<\/p>\n
Samuel.<\/p>\n
The trust.<\/p>\n
Claire.<\/p>\n
Nora.<\/p>\n
Everything.<\/p>\n
Almost.<\/p>\n
Near the end, Arthur said:<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is one thing I have not told Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
I leaned closer.<\/p>\n
Candice asked what.<\/p>\n
Arthur coughed.<\/p>\n
Then said:<\/p>\n
\u201cAnne.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
Julian looked at me.<\/p>\n
Arthur continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cOur first baby.\u201d<\/p>\n
I whispered, \u201cWhat about Anne?\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording crackled.<\/p>\n
Candice asked the same question.<\/p>\n
Arthur said:<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel lied about her too.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
Nora paused the recording instinctively.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlay it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlay it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s voice returned.<\/p>\n
He said the daughter I believed had been stillborn in 1967 had lived for nearly twelve hours.<\/p>\n
I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
No.<\/p>\n
Arthur said I had been heavily sedated after complications.<\/p>\n
Samuel told him Anne had severe respiratory problems and little chance.<\/p>\n
Arthur held her.<\/p>\n
I did not.<\/p>\n
He said Samuel advised him not to wake me because the baby would almost certainly die before morning.<\/p>\n
And she did.<\/p>\n
Julian whispered, \u201cMom\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I could not look at him.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s voice broke on the recording.<\/p>\n
\u201cI let Evelyn believe Anne was born dead because I thought it would hurt less.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room disappeared.<\/p>\n
Fifty-nine years.<\/p>\n
I had never held my daughter because two men decided grief needed editing.<\/p>\n
I heard myself make a sound.<\/p>\n
Nora stopped the recording.<\/p>\n
I bent forward.<\/p>\n
Not fainting.<\/p>\n
Not crying exactly.<\/p>\n
Something deeper.<\/p>\n
Something old.<\/p>\n
Julian knelt in front of me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe lived.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face crumpled.<\/p>\n
\u201cFor twelve hours.\u201d<\/p>\n
I had spent nearly six decades believing there had been no moment to hold.<\/p>\n
No chance to kiss her.<\/p>\n
No chance to say her name while she was alive.<\/p>\n
They had taken that too.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is she buried?\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian asked.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
The question should have been simple.<\/p>\n
Oakwood Cemetery.<\/p>\n
Small stone.<\/p>\n
Anne Carter.<\/p>\n
But then I remembered something.<\/p>\n
There was no hospital record in my files.<\/p>\n
Arthur arranged everything.<\/p>\n
Arthur handled the funeral.<\/p>\n
Arthur told me the cemetery required a closed service because of the baby\u2019s condition.<\/p>\n
I had been too weak to attend.<\/p>\n
The cold entered me slowly.<\/p>\n
I looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw Anne after delivery.\u201d<\/p>\n
She understood.<\/p>\n
I continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never saw the coffin.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n
Julian stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is my daughter buried?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
The recording still had seven minutes remaining.<\/p>\n
I pointed.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlay the rest.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora did.<\/p>\n
Arthur\u2019s voice returned.<\/p>\n
He said he had gone to Anne\u2019s grave many times.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
Relief almost came.<\/p>\n
Then he said:<\/p>\n
\u201cNot the grave Evelyn thinks.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everything stopped.<\/p>\n
Candice asked what that meant.<\/p>\n
Arthur answered:<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel moved her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the laptop.<\/p>\n
Moved her.<\/p>\n
Where?<\/p>\n
Why?<\/p>\n
Arthur said he did not discover the truth until years later.<\/p>\n
The cemetery plot I had visited belonged to an empty infant coffin.<\/p>\n
I could no longer feel my hands.<\/p>\n
Julian whispered, \u201cWhat the hell?\u201d<\/p>\n
Arthur said Samuel\u2019s family had taken Anne for burial in a private church cemetery outside Savannah because hospital administrators feared questions about mishandled records.<\/p>\n
Rebecca stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich cemetery?\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording crackled.<\/p>\n
Arthur named it.<\/p>\n
St. Bartholomew\u2019s.<\/p>\n
Nora looked at Rebecca.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that place.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
It had closed more than twenty years ago.<\/p>\n
Arthur said Anne was buried under another name.<\/p>\n
Candice asked which.<\/p>\n
Arthur answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cBaby Hayes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Samuel\u2019s surname.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
My daughter had spent fifty-nine years beneath someone else\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
Then Arthur said one final thing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere is a marker now. I paid for it. Samuel promised Evelyn would someday be told.\u201d<\/p>\n
The recording ended.<\/p>\n
No one moved.<\/p>\n
After almost a minute, Julian stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019re going there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca checked the time.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn, we should verify records first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wasn\u2019t going to suggest tomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Nora.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou coming?\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
Julian picked up the green box.<\/p>\n
Then Nora\u2019s phone rang.<\/p>\n
She looked at the screen.<\/p>\n
Her face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is it?\u201d Julian asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnknown number.\u201d<\/p>\n
She answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian moved closer.<\/p>\n
Nora listened.<\/p>\n
Her face went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, I understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
She ended the call.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora stared at us.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was St. Catherine\u2019s.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSamuel?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe collapsed.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian whispered, \u201cIs he alive?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor now.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the table.<\/p>\n
Nora continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore they took him to the hospital, he told the nurse to call me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said there is something else.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt exhausted anger rise.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said we must not go to St. Bartholomew\u2019s until we know what happened to Anne\u2019s grave.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora\u2019s voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone opened it.\u201d<\/p>\n
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