I waited until that night to open Evelyn\u2019s letter.<\/p>\n
Jeremy was back at our house.<\/p>\n
I was still staying with Carol.<\/p>\n
That arrangement remained necessary.<\/p>\n
Learning why Jeremy lied did not erase the lying.<\/p>\n
Finding his daughter did not erase the second marriage.<\/p>\n
Understanding his fear did not restore my trust.<\/p>\n
And yet the distance between us had changed.<\/p>\n
Not narrowed exactly.<\/p>\n
Become more honest.<\/p>\n
He no longer asked when I was coming home.<\/p>\n
I no longer pretended I knew.<\/p>\n
Carol was downstairs watching television when I carried Evelyn\u2019s envelope into the guest bedroom.<\/p>\n
The room smelled faintly of lavender detergent.<\/p>\n
Rain tapped against the roof.<\/p>\n
I sat on the bed.<\/p>\n
Then I opened it.<\/p>\n
Jill,<\/p>\n
I owe you an apology for a life you never knew I helped shape.<\/p>\n
I almost stopped there.<\/p>\n
Instead I kept reading.<\/p>\n
Evelyn wrote that she had liked me immediately.<\/p>\n
Not because I was more respectable than Lacey.<\/p>\n
Not because she thought I could replace anyone.<\/p>\n
Because I had argued with Jeremy the first time she met me.<\/p>\n
I remembered that dinner.<\/p>\n
Jeremy had said he wanted to expand his father's repair business immediately.<\/p>\n
I told him he had no plan.<\/p>\n
Evelyn had laughed so hard she nearly dropped a bowl.<\/p>\n
According to her letter, she knew then that Jeremy listened to me differently.<\/p>\n
Not obediently.<\/p>\n
Seriously.<\/p>\n
You challenged him without needing him to lose.<\/p>\n
That sentence made me cry.<\/p>\n
Not loudly.<\/p>\n
Just enough that I had to wipe the page.<\/p>\n
Evelyn wrote that she feared Jeremy's relationship with Lacey because both of them approached love like a contest.<\/p>\n
Who cared more.<\/p>\n
Who had hurt whom.<\/p>\n
Who owed what.<\/p>\n
Who would sacrifice first.<\/p>\n
I had seen some of that.<\/p>\n
Even now.<\/p>\n
Then Evelyn admitted something uglier.<\/p>\n
I used you.<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
I used the possibility of your future with Jeremy to justify taking away choices from Lacey and from him.<\/p>\n
She wrote that whenever guilt surfaced, she visited us.<\/p>\n
Saw our house.<\/p>\n
Saw us laughing.<\/p>\n
Saw Jeremy happier.<\/p>\n
Then told herself the outcome proved the method.<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
How often do people make that mistake?<\/p>\n
If something ends well, they assume the road there must have been defensible.<\/p>\n
Our marriage had survived twenty-two years.<\/p>\n
That did not make what Evelyn did acceptable.<\/p>\n
The letter continued.<\/p>\n
When you and Jeremy struggled to have children, I nearly confessed.<\/p>\n
My hands began shaking.<\/p>\n
I thought of Evelyn sitting beside me after one failed procedure.<\/p>\n
She had made tea.<\/p>\n
I had cried into her shoulder.<\/p>\n
She had stroked my hair and said, \u201cSome families come to us differently than we imagine.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the time, I thought she meant adoption.<\/p>\n
Now I wondered whether she had been thinking of Emily.<\/p>\n
The next sentence confirmed it.<\/p>\n
More than once, I considered telling you that Jeremy already had a daughter.<\/p>\n
I put the letter down.<\/p>\n
For a moment, anger swallowed every other feeling.<\/p>\n
She had watched me inject hormones into my stomach.<\/p>\n
Watched Jeremy avoid the nursery section at stores.<\/p>\n
Watched us dismantle the spare bedroom after we finally stopped trying.<\/p>\n
And she had known.<\/p>\n
I stood and paced the room.<\/p>\n
Then I forced myself to continue.<\/p>\n
I did not tell you because I believed learning the truth would cost you Jeremy.<\/p>\n
My anger sharpened.<\/p>\n
Evelyn had underestimated me.<\/p>\n
Maybe all of them had.<\/p>\n
Lacey.<\/p>\n
Jeremy.<\/p>\n
Rebecca.<\/p>\n
Margaret.<\/p>\n
Every lie in this story had been justified by the assumption that someone else was too weak to survive the truth.<\/p>\n
Evelyn wrote:<\/p>\n
I thought you would see Emily as proof that Jeremy had a family before you.<\/p>\n
I whispered, \u201cYou didn't know me at all.\u201d<\/p>\n
But the next line stopped me.<\/p>\n
Then I realized the truth was worse.<\/p>\n
I was afraid Jeremy would see Emily as the family he should have had instead of the one he had chosen.<\/p>\n
That was different.<\/p>\n
Evelyn had not only feared my jealousy.<\/p>\n
She had feared Jeremy's regret.<\/p>\n
I sat again.<\/p>\n
Did he regret?<\/p>\n
I thought of the way he looked at Emily.<\/p>\n
The hunger in his face when Thomas showed childhood photographs.<\/p>\n
The grief over birthdays and scraped knees and first steps.<\/p>\n
Of course part of him regretted losing those years.<\/p>\n
That did not necessarily mean he regretted me.<\/p>\n
Two truths again.<\/p>\n
The story seemed built from them.<\/p>\n
Evelyn's final page was shorter.<\/p>\n
Do not forgive Jeremy because you feel sorry for him.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
That was not the advice I expected.<\/p>\n
Do not leave him because you think I intended you to stay.<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
Do not make your marriage another thing I get to decide.<\/p>\n
The sentence sat in front of me.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Then three times.<\/p>\n
Whatever you choose after the truth belongs to you.<\/p>\n
For perhaps the first time since walking into the courthouse, I felt something close to freedom.<\/p>\n
Not relief.<\/p>\n
Freedom.<\/p>\n
I could stay.<\/p>\n
I could leave.<\/p>\n
I could forgive some things and not others.<\/p>\n
I could love Jeremy without accepting what he had done.<\/p>\n
Nobody got to turn my decision into evidence for their version of the story.<\/p>\n
At the bottom of the page, Evelyn had written one final line.<\/p>\n
I am sorry I trusted your strength more than I respected your right to know.<\/p>\n
That one hurt most.<\/p>\n
I folded the letter carefully.<\/p>\n
My phone rang.<\/p>\n
Thomas.<\/p>\n
We had exchanged numbers after the hospital meeting.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice sounded wrong.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI found something in Rebecca\u2019s papers.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat straighter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo who?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Nathan see it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs Emily with you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe went to Lacey.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe went alone?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood immediately why Thomas had called me instead of her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does the letter say?\u201d<\/p>\n
He hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca knew Lacey was being deceived before Emily was born.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe already know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas\u2019s breathing became rough.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe knew because she helped Margaret create the story.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat story?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat the baby might not survive.\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought of Dr. Pike's fax.<\/p>\n
He had written that Lacey had been falsely told the fetus might die.<\/p>\n
\u201cRebecca told her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPartly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas read from the letter.<\/p>\n
Margaret thinks Lacey will stop fighting the adoption if she believes the baby is too sick.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI married her for thirty-one years.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cI slept beside her. Raised a child with her. Buried her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou didn't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI should have.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word came out sharply.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't do that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't turn her secret into your failure.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas went quiet.<\/p>\n
I recognized the impulse because Jeremy had been doing the same thing.<\/p>\n
Blame yourself and you regain control.<\/p>\n
If you should have known, then maybe the world was not truly capable of hiding something from you.<\/p>\n
But sometimes people deceive us because we trust them.<\/p>\n
Trust is not evidence of stupidity.<\/p>\n
Thomas asked, \u201cShould I tell Emily tonight?\u201d<\/p>\n
My first instinct was no.<\/p>\n
Protect her.<\/p>\n
She had learned enough.<\/p>\n
Then I heard Evelyn's words in my head.<\/p>\n
Trusted your strength more than respected your right to know.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas was silent.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at the letter in my lap.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut it belongs to her.\u201d<\/p>\n
He exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll call her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRead it with her.\u201d<\/p>\n
He understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
After we hung up, I called Jeremy.<\/p>\n
He answered on the first ring.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does everybody ask that when nothing is okay?\u201d<\/p>\n
He almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHabit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I told him about Rebecca's letter.<\/p>\n
He became quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cEmily knows?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShould we go there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJill.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThis isn't yours to manage.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
Then said, \u201cYou're right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another small change.<\/p>\n
I looked at Evelyn's letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI opened mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy did not speak for a moment.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat I shouldn't forgive you because I feel sorry for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He breathed out.<\/p>\n
\u201cSounds like Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt sounds like the version of her that finally stopped deciding for everybody.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she say anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
I considered telling him everything.<\/p>\n
Then realized I wanted one part to remain mine for a little while.<\/p>\n
Not forever.<\/p>\n
Just until I understood it.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'll tell you when I'm ready.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy was quiet.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
No pressure.<\/p>\n
No technical question.<\/p>\n
Just okay.<\/p>\n
That mattered too.<\/p>\n
We spoke for a few minutes about practical things.<\/p>\n
His cardiology appointment.<\/p>\n
Lacey's condition.<\/p>\n
Nathan's plan to preserve the tape.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cEmily texted me.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked what kind of truck I had when I was twenty.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds like her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI sent a picture.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOf the red Ford?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI helped push that miserable thing twice.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt had personality.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt had electrical problems.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
The sound surprised both of us.<\/p>\n
For a few seconds we sounded married again.<\/p>\n
Then silence returned.<\/p>\n
Not hostile.<\/p>\n
Just honest.<\/p>\n
Jeremy said, \u201cGoodnight, Jill-girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
The old name still had power.<\/p>\n
\u201cGoodnight.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hung up before I could make the moment mean more than it did.<\/p>\n
The next morning, Emily called me.<\/p>\n
She sounded tired.<\/p>\n
\u201cDad told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew she meant Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout Rebecca?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow are you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAngry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cReasonable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe helped convince Lacey I might die.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then she took me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily went quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cI still miss her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIs that wrong?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI keep thinking if she were alive, I\u2019d scream at her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then I'd probably hug her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems fair too.\u201d<\/p>\n
She exhaled.<\/p>\n
\u201cEverything can be two things with you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then her voice changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m at the hospital.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWith Lacey?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow is she?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot good.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you need us?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't have to know.\u201d<\/p>\n
She was quiet again.<\/p>\n
Then she said, \u201cShe wants to see Caleb.\u201d<\/p>\n
That surprised me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe says there\u2019s something she needs to apologize for.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes Caleb know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm about to call him.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat on the edge of the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want me there?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
The answer came quickly.<\/p>\n
I drove to Vanderbilt.<\/p>\n
Jeremy arrived five minutes after me.<\/p>\n
Neither of us had invited the other.<\/p>\n
Emily had.<\/p>\n
She met us outside Lacey's room.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaleb is coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does Lacey need to tell him?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe won't tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Inside, Lacey looked worse.<\/p>\n
Her voice was barely above a whisper.<\/p>\n
But when Caleb entered twenty minutes later, she opened her eyes fully.<\/p>\n
He stopped at the foot of the bed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou wanted me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He came closer.<\/p>\n
Lacey looked toward Emily.<\/p>\n
Then Jeremy.<\/p>\n
Then me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis should've been said twenty-two years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb pulled a chair closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey's eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe night we slept together wasn't exactly what I've told everyone.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy went still.<\/p>\n
Caleb frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew Jeremy and I weren't finished.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb looked confused.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was angry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt Jeremy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She turned toward Jeremy.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou had told me you wouldn't marry me just because I was pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat was after.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Jeremy.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe night with Caleb happened after I already suspected I was pregnant.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became silent.<\/p>\n
Caleb stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you say?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily stared at her mother.<\/p>\n
Lacey continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew there was a chance I was already pregnant with Jeremy's child.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb's face went white.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou told me the timing could make the baby mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew it probably couldn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI suspected.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy turned away.<\/p>\n
Emily looked horrified.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey started crying.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I wanted Jeremy to hurt.\u201d<\/p>\n
The honesty was brutal.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought if he believed he might lose me to somebody else, he'd prove he loved me.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I was what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey whispered, \u201cA weapon.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stepped backward.<\/p>\n
The word hit all of us.<\/p>\n
Twenty-two years ago, before Evelyn's manipulation, before Rebecca's scheme, before Margaret's lies, Lacey had made her own terrible choice.<\/p>\n
Not equal.<\/p>\n
Not responsible for what followed.<\/p>\n
But real.<\/p>\n
Caleb shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou let me spend decades wondering whether Emily was mine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't say that.\u201d<\/p>\n
She flinched.<\/p>\n
He looked toward Emily.<\/p>\n
\u201cI stayed away because I thought Rebecca was raising my child.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas had not told us that.<\/p>\n
Caleb continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought staying away was the price of letting her have a stable family.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily whispered, \u201cYou thought I might be yours the whole time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you still came around?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cChristmas. Birthdays. Family things.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were my uncle.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you thought you might be my father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily sat down.<\/p>\n
Another identity twisted inside itself.<\/p>\n
Lacey reached toward Caleb.<\/p>\n
He did not take her hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cI am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou used me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo make Jeremy jealous.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid it work?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey looked toward Jeremy.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb looked at Emily.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to go.\u201d<\/p>\n
She stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cCaleb.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't hate you.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face broke.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou should.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know you well enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Same thing she had said before.<\/p>\n
But now her tone was gentler.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't mean I don't want to.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWant to what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKnow you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Caleb wiped his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cAs my uncle?\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he left.<\/p>\n
Lacey closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
Jeremy said nothing.<\/p>\n
Emily sat beside her again.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou lied too.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEverybody did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
Then she asked the question that shifted the rest of the day.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs there anything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey's eyes opened.<\/p>\n
She looked at Jeremy.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily held her gaze.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything.\u201d<\/p>\n
Lacey whispered, \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
Emily nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then she looked at Jeremy.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour turn.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnything else?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me first.<\/p>\n
That was enough to make my stomach tighten.<\/p>\n
Emily noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo there is.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy rubbed his face.<\/p>\n
\u201cNot about you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen about Jill.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cJeremy.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked sick.<\/p>\n
And I knew.<\/p>\n
Not what the secret was.<\/p>\n
But that there was one.<\/p>\n
Evelyn had warned me not to let anyone else decide what truth I could survive.<\/p>\n
So I did not ask Jeremy whether now was a good time.<\/p>\n
I asked the only question that mattered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat haven't you told me?\u201d<\/p>\n
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