to keep looking.”
Then she left.
By the time I closed the door, I had already decided what the answer was.
Jack had a son.
The next morning, I opened his laptop.
He had changed the password.
After twenty minutes of trying everything I could think of, I entered the date we first met.
The screen unlocked.
I stared at it.
“Seriously, Jack?”
Lucy looked up from the floor.
“Is Daddy inside the computer?”
My throat tightened.
“No, baby. Mommy’s looking for something.”
One name appeared again and again.
**Ethan C.**
There were legal payments.
Childcare expenses.
And a folder labeled:
**ETHAN TRUST**
I stared at it.
“You made a trust for him?”
Lucy looked toward me.
“Are you mad at Daddy?”
“I don’t know.”
“Why?”
“Because he should have told me something.”
“Can you ask him?”
My hand froze over the mouse.
“No, sweetheart.”
“Oh.”
Then I found insurance