By six o\u2019clock, the day had become impossible to measure.<\/p>\n
Morning belonged to the locksmith.<\/p>\n
Afternoon belonged to Nora.<\/p>\n
Evening belonged to a daughter I had mourned under the wrong circumstances for fifty-nine years.<\/p>\n
Rebecca insisted on making calls before anyone drove to St. Bartholomew\u2019s.<\/p>\n
This time I allowed it.<\/p>\n
Not because I wanted patience.<\/p>\n
Because someone had opened Anne\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n
That changed the question from family history to something physical.<\/p>\n
Something recent perhaps.<\/p>\n
Something that could be damaged if we arrived carelessly.<\/p>\n
St. Bartholomew\u2019s had closed as an active church in 2003.<\/p>\n
The building remained, but ownership had changed twice.<\/p>\n
The cemetery behind it was maintained irregularly by a small historical trust.<\/p>\n
Rebecca located the current caretaker.<\/p>\n
His name was Walter Price.<\/p>\n
He agreed to meet us.<\/p>\n
We took two cars.<\/p>\n
Nora rode with Julian.<\/p>\n
I rode with Rebecca.<\/p>\n
I chose that arrangement intentionally.<\/p>\n
Julian and Nora needed time without me between them.<\/p>\n
A mother can become too much gravity.<\/p>\n
Rebecca noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re giving them space.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI did not ask for approval.\u201d<\/p>\n
A smile touched her mouth.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
We drove west.<\/p>\n
The sky had turned copper.<\/p>\n
Savannah\u2019s late-summer heat softened but did not disappear.<\/p>\n
Roadside trees grew denser.<\/p>\n
The city thinned.<\/p>\n
I watched telephone poles pass and thought about Anne.<\/p>\n
Not the stillborn daughter I had imagined.<\/p>\n
The living one.<\/p>\n
Twelve hours.<\/p>\n
What had she heard?<\/p>\n
Had she cried?<\/p>\n
Had anyone held her besides Arthur?<\/p>\n
Did Samuel?<\/p>\n
Was she warm?<\/p>\n
Did she know she was alone?<\/p>\n
That last thought became unbearable.<\/p>\n
I stared out the window.<\/p>\n
Rebecca said quietly, \u201cArthur held her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did you know what I was thinking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
She kept driving.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you mentioned the recording.\u201d<\/p>\n
Yes.<\/p>\n
Arthur held her.<\/p>\n
At least that.<\/p>\n
St. Bartholomew\u2019s appeared behind an iron fence covered with vines.<\/p>\n
The church itself was small and white, paint peeling from the siding.<\/p>\n
The steeple leaned slightly.<\/p>\n
Behind it, old gravestones disappeared beneath live oaks.<\/p>\n
Walter Price waited beside a utility cart.<\/p>\n
He was in his seventies, sunburned, wearing work pants and a straw hat.<\/p>\n
Rebecca introduced us.<\/p>\n
When he heard my name, his expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re Evelyn Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He removed his hat.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the cemetery.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat depends what we find.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian and Nora arrived moments later.<\/p>\n
They got out together.<\/p>\n
No visible transformation had occurred between them.<\/p>\n
But they stood closer.<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
Walter led us along a narrow path.<\/p>\n
The cemetery smelled of wet leaves and old stone.<\/p>\n
Mosquitoes gathered around our faces.<\/p>\n
Julian kept one hand near my elbow without touching me.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
Walter stopped beneath a large oak.<\/p>\n
\u201cOld infant section.\u201d<\/p>\n
The stones were smaller here.<\/p>\n
Some had no names.<\/p>\n
Some only dates.<\/p>\n
He walked past two rows.<\/p>\n
Then stopped.<\/p>\n
A newer granite marker stood among older stones.<\/p>\n
ANNE CARTER
\nBELOVED DAUGHTER
\n1967<\/p>\n
My knees weakened.<\/p>\n
Arthur.<\/p>\n
He had put her name there after all.<\/p>\n
Eventually.<\/p>\n
I touched the stone.<\/p>\n
Cool.<\/p>\n
Smooth.<\/p>\n
Real.<\/p>\n
For fifty-nine years I had visited another grave.<\/p>\n
An empty one.<\/p>\n
This was the first time I had stood where my daughter had actually been buried.<\/p>\n
I lowered myself carefully.<\/p>\n
Julian crouched beside me.<\/p>\n
Nora remained a few steps away.<\/p>\n
I traced Anne\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
No one interrupted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have found you.\u201d<\/p>\n
The absurdity struck immediately.<\/p>\n
She had been dead.<\/p>\n
Finding her would not have changed that.<\/p>\n
But mothers do not reason properly around lost children.<\/p>\n
I whispered her name once.<\/p>\n
Then again.<\/p>\n
Anne.<\/p>\n
The second time felt different.<\/p>\n
Like introducing myself.<\/p>\n
Walter gave me several minutes.<\/p>\n
Then Rebecca asked, \u201cWhere was the disturbance?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter pointed behind the stone.<\/p>\n
The ground had settled unevenly.<\/p>\n
At first I saw only dirt.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed newer cuts through the grass.<\/p>\n
A rectangular patch.<\/p>\n
Nora crouched.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen was this opened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter rubbed his chin.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot sure.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow could you not know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis place doesn\u2019t have full-time staff.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked ashamed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSome plots get family visits. Many don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked, \u201cWhen did you first notice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThree weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
My skin went cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cThree weeks?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you report it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo the trust.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter shifted.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe thought it was maintenance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat maintenance?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere had been discussion about resetting markers.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut this plot was excavated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter looked at us.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo contractor admits doing it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian stared at the ground.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas the grave opened fully?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe soil had been removed and replaced.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas anything taken?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnne\u2019s coffin?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter looked miserable.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe burial was from 1967. Infant caskets from that period were often small and not built to survive decades.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked, \u201cHas anyone examined the plot professionally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen no one knows whether remains are present.\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter nodded.<\/p>\n
I looked at the disturbed earth.<\/p>\n
Three weeks ago.<\/p>\n
Before I changed the locks.<\/p>\n
Before Rebecca found the guardianship documents.<\/p>\n
Before Candice\u2019s Sunday plan.<\/p>\n
But after months of her controlling my mail.<\/p>\n
After years of knowing about Anne.<\/p>\n
I turned to Nora.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen did Candice learn Anne was buried here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe had Arthur\u2019s recording.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo since 2011.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think she did this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think we verify before accusing.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca nodded approvingly.<\/p>\n
I ignored that too.<\/p>\n
Walter walked us toward a shed near the church.<\/p>\n
He kept paper logs because the trust\u2019s computer system had failed twice.<\/p>\n
Inside, he opened a metal cabinet.<\/p>\n
Burial records.<\/p>\n
Maintenance notes.<\/p>\n
Visitor requests.<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked for the past two months.<\/p>\n
Walter found a clipboard.<\/p>\n
I sat while they reviewed entries.<\/p>\n
The cemetery had received one request concerning Anne Carter.<\/p>\n
Two days before the grave was disturbed.<\/p>\n
Julian leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho made it?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter read.<\/p>\n
\u201cC. Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went still.<\/p>\n
Candice.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she request?\u201d Rebecca asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlot location and burial verification.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAugust twenty-sixth.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian looked at me.<\/p>\n
Three weeks ago.<\/p>\n
Rebecca photographed the entry.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas identification required?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cPhone request.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNumber?\u201d<\/p>\n
He found it.<\/p>\n
Julian recognized it.<\/p>\n
\u201cCandice.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Still not proof that she opened the grave.<\/p>\n
But not nothing.<\/p>\n
Walter searched further.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s another.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA visitor notation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSame person?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
He read.<\/p>\n
\u201cWoman asking whether original burial documents were available.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAugust twenty-seventh.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDescription?\u201d<\/p>\n
Walter shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing useful.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora asked, \u201cAny cameras?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot in the cemetery.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRoad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChurch lot camera.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked up.<\/p>\n
\u201cWorking?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He found the storage unit.<\/p>\n
The system kept thirty days.<\/p>\n
Barely enough.<\/p>\n
We reviewed footage from August twenty-seventh.<\/p>\n
Grainy.<\/p>\n
Fixed angle.<\/p>\n
Cars entering.<\/p>\n
Leaving.<\/p>\n
At 2:14 p.m., a silver SUV pulled in.<\/p>\n
The license plate was impossible to read.<\/p>\n
A woman got out.<\/p>\n
Distance blurred her face.<\/p>\n
But Julian knew the walk.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s Candice.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca stopped him.<\/p>\n
\u201cLikely.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLikely.\u201d<\/p>\n
The woman crossed toward the cemetery.<\/p>\n
Returned twenty-three minutes later carrying something.<\/p>\n
A folder.<\/p>\n
Nothing else.<\/p>\n
That did not explain the excavation.<\/p>\n
Then Walter advanced to August twenty-eighth.<\/p>\n
At 7:42 a.m., a pickup truck entered.<\/p>\n
Two men got out.<\/p>\n
Work clothes.<\/p>\n
Shovels.<\/p>\n
No visible company logo.<\/p>\n
They stayed forty-six minutes.<\/p>\n
Then left.<\/p>\n
The grave disturbance likely happened then.<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked Walter, \u201cDid the trust schedule anyone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRecognize them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora leaned closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did they take?\u201d<\/p>\n
The footage showed one man returning from the cemetery carrying a white container.<\/p>\n
Not a coffin.<\/p>\n
Too small.<\/p>\n
A plastic storage bin.<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat could be inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one answered.<\/p>\n
Walter looked horrified.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to call the police.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d Rebecca said.<\/p>\n
He did.<\/p>\n
While we waited, Julian walked outside.<\/p>\n
Nora followed him.<\/p>\n
I remained with Rebecca.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think Anne\u2019s remains were taken.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think we do not know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI think someone intentionally accessed the grave.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDocuments?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat documents would be buried with a baby?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNone normally.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
Then remembered Arthur\u2019s habit.<\/p>\n
Letters.<\/p>\n
Envelopes.<\/p>\n
Hidden records.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou think he buried something here later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe visited.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe placed the newer marker.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe may have concealed something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
It fit his nature too well.<\/p>\n
Arthur did not destroy secrets.<\/p>\n
He stored them.<\/p>\n
In desks.<\/p>\n
Envelopes.<\/p>\n
Accounts.<\/p>\n
People.<\/p>\n
Graves perhaps.<\/p>\n
The police arrived.<\/p>\n
Not the same deputy from my house.<\/p>\n
A county investigator named Sergeant Molina took statements.<\/p>\n
He treated the site seriously.<\/p>\n
The grave would not be touched until authorization and appropriate forensic personnel were involved.<\/p>\n
I appreciated that.<\/p>\n
I also hated it.<\/p>\n
I wanted the dirt opened immediately.<\/p>\n
I wanted to know whether Anne was still there.<\/p>\n
Waiting became another kind of punishment.<\/p>\n
While Molina spoke with Walter, Nora approached me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s something I should tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sentence has become very unpopular today.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked apologetic.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSay it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur brought me here once.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201c2010.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe brought you to Anne\u2019s grave?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said there was one person in the family who had suffered more from his choices than anyone else.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnne.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe stood here for almost an hour.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat he wished he had let you hold her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the stone.<\/p>\n
Nora continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said that was the first time he confused protecting you with controlling what you were allowed to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words hurt because they were accurate.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he knew he did it again with Julian.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t he tell me then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said he was a coward.\u201d<\/p>\n
That matched Samuel.<\/p>\n
A family built around men who recognized their cowardice only after decades.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he bury anything?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you see him put anything near the grave?\u201d<\/p>\n
She thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWait.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe brought a metal box.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse jumped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat kind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSmall. Maybe this big.\u201d<\/p>\n
She held her hands apart.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid he open it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened to it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe carried it into the cemetery?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCarried it out?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora\u2019s face went pale.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t remember him carrying it back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca heard.<\/p>\n
She stepped closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen exactly in 2010?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOctober.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCould the box have remained here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was inside?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Molina joined us.<\/p>\n
\u201cA metal box matters.\u201d<\/p>\n
We told him.<\/p>\n
He asked Nora for everything she remembered.<\/p>\n
Arthur had parked near the church.<\/p>\n
Carried the box.<\/p>\n
Walked with Nora to Anne\u2019s grave.<\/p>\n
Asked Nora to wait near the path while he spent several minutes alone at the stone.<\/p>\n
Later they left.<\/p>\n
She did not recall seeing the box again.<\/p>\n
Molina wrote it all down.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo someone may have removed a container from the grave area three weeks ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Candice Carter visited the day before.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Still circumstantial.<\/p>\n
But stronger.<\/p>\n
Julian returned from the path.<\/p>\n
His face was tight.<\/p>\n
\u201cCandice called me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou answered?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI wanted to hear what she said.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked where we were.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knows?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian\u2019s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said we need to stop digging into things that have nothing to do with today.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora laughed without humor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds guilty.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca intervened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot necessarily.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said some truths were buried for a reason.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone looked at him.<\/p>\n
Molina\u2019s expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cExact words?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFive minutes ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
He wrote it down.<\/p>\n
Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n
Unknown number.<\/p>\n
Julian reached toward it.<\/p>\n
I stopped him.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy phone.\u201d<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n
No voice.<\/p>\n
Only breathing.<\/p>\n
Then a man said:<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Carter?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t know me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMany people have introduced themselves that way today.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Daniel Voss.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca was watching my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I have something that belongs to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA metal box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone around me went still.<\/p>\n
I put the call on speaker.<\/p>\n
Rebecca immediately began writing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did you get it?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
The man breathed heavily.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom a cemetery.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian closed his eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAugust twenty-eighth.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWere you hired?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBy whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then:<\/p>\n
\u201cA woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat woman?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe said her name was Candice Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
Julian turned away.<\/p>\n
Rebecca raised one finger, signaling me not to interrupt.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat were you told to do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDig behind a grave marker and remove a sealed box.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you disturb a coffin?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Relief hit so fast my knees weakened.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. The box was above it. Shallow.\u201d<\/p>\n
Anne remained.<\/p>\n
My daughter remained.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere is the box now?\u201d<\/p>\n
Another pause.<\/p>\n
\u201cWith me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause the woman who hired us tried to change the deal afterward.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted us to destroy it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart pounded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she started acting like there might be legal trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n
Smart man.<\/p>\n
Self-interested perhaps.<\/p>\n
But smart.<\/p>\n
Rebecca leaned toward the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Voss, I am Evelyn Carter\u2019s attorney.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cI recommend you do not open, alter, copy, transfer or destroy anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI already opened it.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was inside?\u201d Julian asked.<\/p>\n
Papers.<\/p>\n
Photographs.<\/p>\n
And one small tape recorder.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora stared at me.<\/p>\n
Arthur.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Another recording.<\/p>\n
Rebecca asked, \u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
Voss named a motel near Interstate 16.<\/p>\n
Molina was already calling another unit.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay there,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
Voss sounded alarmed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLaw enforcement.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, no, I didn\u2019t steal anything. I was hired.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen stay where you are and cooperate.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
Then Voss said something that made everyone stop.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m not worried about the digging.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you worried about?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOne of the pictures in the box.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt cold again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is in it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur Carter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA woman.\u201d<\/p>\n
Nora frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cRose?\u201d<\/p>\n
Voss answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know her name.\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut there\u2019s writing on the back.\u201d<\/p>\n
Rebecca looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Voss read it.<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn and Samuel, 1966.\u201d<\/p>\n
The world tilted.<\/p>\n
Julian stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
I could not answer.<\/p>\n
1966.<\/p>\n
Before Anne.<\/p>\n
Before Julian.<\/p>\n
Before everything.<\/p>\n
Rebecca spoke into the phone.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are Evelyn and Samuel doing in the photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
Voss went quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Voss?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019re kissing.\u201d<\/p>\n
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