begun to crumble.
Someone was waiting beside Adrian’s grave.
An elderly man stood beneath a black umbrella.
When he turned toward us, I stopped breathing.
He had my eyes.
The same dark eyes I saw every morning in the mirror.
The same crooked smile that appeared in my childhood photographs whenever my mother managed to make me laugh.
The man took one trembling step toward me.
“My daughter.”
I couldn’t move.
Jonah whispered, “Adrian?”
The man nodded.
“I know you have a thousand questions. But before I answer them, you
need to know one thing.”
He looked at Jonah.
“Your father is alive.”
Jonah stepped forward.
“Where is he?”
Adrian glanced toward the cemetery entrance.
“Somewhere you would never think to look.”
Then he turned back to me.
“And your mother didn’t die because of an accident. She died because she discovered what your husband’s family had done.”
I felt my knees weaken.
“Tell me everything.”
Adrian took a long breath.
And finally, the truth came out.
Twenty-eight years earlier, Adrian had discovered that his older brother, Richard, was secretly
