“Do not open that folder!”
I looked at the laptop.
The drive was still connected.
The folder marked LAST waited at the bottom of the screen.
I clicked it.
Inside was a single audio recording.
My father closed his eyes.
The recording began with static.
Then Rosie’s voice.
“I’m ready.”
A man answered.
Not Ben.
Not my father.
The voice was old, rough, and strangely familiar.
“Say your full name.”
“Rosalind Evelyn Hale.”
“And state why you contacted me.”
“Because my mother is alive.”
I stopped breathing.
My father whispered, “God help us.”
On the recording, Rosie continued.
“I found the woman you have hidden for seventeen years.”
The man replied, “She isn’t hidden. She is protected.”
“From Dad?”
“From everyone.”
“Does Claire know?”
“No.”
“Does Claire know who she is?”
“No.”
“Then I will tell her.”
The man’s voice sharpened.
“If you do, you may kill your sister.”
The recording ended.
I stared at my father.
“You said Mom died.”
He looked suddenly ancient.
“The woman in the car was not your mother.”
Daniel’s grip tightened on his shoulder.
“What are you talking about?”
My father spoke to me, not him.
“The body recovered from Bellweather Ravine belonged to Dr. Laura Vale. Samuel’s wife.”
I stepped backward.
“No.”
