replied. “But she also made a terrible mistake.”
She reached into a drawer and pulled out an old envelope.
Inside was a photograph of Daniel standing beside a police officer.
The officer was holding a document.
A confession.
Margaret explained that Daniel had once offered to reveal where Adrian was hiding in exchange for protection from prosecution.
Jonah’s mother had agreed to meet him secretly.
But the meeting went wrong.
Daniel escaped with a copy of the evidence, and Jonah’s mother spent years trying to recover it without exposing the
family.
When she discovered that I had financial problems and was raising my younger brother alone, she recognized my name.
She knew who I was.
She knew I was Adrian’s daughter.
And she believed that if I married Jonah, Daniel would eventually make a move to protect his secrets.
“She used you,” Margaret whispered. “She thought she could draw him out without putting Jonah directly in danger.”
I felt sick.
Three years of my life.
Three years of letters, prison visits, and desperate hope.
Was any of it real?
Jonah
