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The first line on the paper said my father had murdered my mother\u2014and that I had helped him hide the body.<\/p>\n
I screamed so loudly that two nurses came running into the corridor.<\/p>\n
Ben caught me before my knees hit the polished hospital floor. The sheet slipped from my fingers and drifted down between us, turning once in the air before landing faceup beneath the fluorescent lights.<\/p>\n
For one terrible second, I could still see the words.<\/p>\n
Claire, if you are reading this, I may be dead. Dad killed Mom, and without knowing it, you gave him the perfect alibi.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo,\u201d I gasped.<\/p>\n
Ben held my shoulders. His face had gone beyond pale. It looked emptied of blood, carved from cold wax.<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire, listen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
I shoved him away so hard that his back struck the wall.<\/p>\n
Behind the double doors at the end of the hall, my younger sister was fighting for her life. Surgeons were trying to deliver her premature twins while repairing damage caused by a placental abruption. Less than twenty minutes earlier, Ben had been sitting beside me with his elbows on his knees, whispering Rosie\u2019s name as though repeating it could keep her alive.<\/p>\n
Then he had dragged me into this corridor and told me the truth about their marriage was \u201cmuch worse\u201d than anything I feared.<\/p>\n
I had imagined greed.<\/p>\n
Inheritance.<\/p>\n
Pity.<\/p>\n
Even the possibility that he had married Rosie because he had once loved me and wanted to remain near me.<\/p>\n
I had not imagined murder.<\/p>\n
One of the nurses bent to retrieve the paper.<\/p>\n
Ben snatched it first.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s private,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs she having a panic attack?\u201d the nurse asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m fine,\u201d I lied.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don\u2019t look fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy sister is in surgery.\u201d<\/p>\n
The nurse\u2019s expression softened. \u201cYou should sit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those were almost the same words Ben had used moments before.<\/p>\n
I hated them now.<\/p>\n
\u201cI said I\u2019m fine.\u201d<\/p>\n
The nurses exchanged a glance, then reluctantly returned through the doors, leaving Ben and me alone beneath the humming lights.<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew?\u201d<\/p>\n
His jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have you known?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot everything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is not an answer.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSix months,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
The words struck harder than the scream had.<\/p>\n
\u201cSix months?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRosie found evidence last winter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd neither of you told me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted to be certain.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy mother has been dead for seventeen years.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were at her funeral.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou stood beside me while they lowered her coffin into the ground.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know, Claire.\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice cracked.<\/p>\n
That nearly broke me.<\/p>\n
Ben had been my best friend since we were six years old. He had seen me cry when my goldfish died, when I failed my driving test, when my first serious boyfriend cheated on me, and when my mother\u2019s car was found at the bottom of a ravine.<\/p>\n
He had never lied well.<\/p>\n
But he had hidden this from me for half a year.<\/p>\n
And Rosie had hidden it too.<\/p>\n
Through the wall came a muffled announcement from the operating room. A cart rattled past the far entrance. Somewhere nearby, a machine began beeping with slow, indifferent regularity.<\/p>\n
I pointed at the paper in Ben\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive it to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRosie wanted me to explain first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe may never wake up.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence left my mouth before I could stop it.<\/p>\n
Ben flinched as though I had slapped him.<\/p>\n
I instantly regretted it, but I did not take it back.<\/p>\n
\u201cGive me the letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
His fingers tightened around the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t just a letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA key.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo everything your father has spent seventeen years burying.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once, a sharp and broken sound.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy father?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOur father.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ben\u2019s eyes shifted toward the operating-room doors.<\/p>\n
The movement was small, but I caught it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
He said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cBen.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked back at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cRichard Hale is Rosie\u2019s father,\u201d he said. \u201cBut he may not be yours.\u201d<\/p>\n
The corridor tilted.<\/p>\n
I pressed one hand against the wall.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRosie found inconsistencies in your birth records.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe found payments to a private clinic in Vermont, a sealed adoption petition, and correspondence between your mother and another man.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cClaire\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStop saying my name like that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike what?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLike you already know who I am and I don\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled.<\/p>\n
That frightened me more than the letter.<\/p>\n
Ben had always been the steady one. When we were children, he climbed trees first so he could tell me which branches were safe. When Rosie got lost during a crowded Fourth of July festival at age eight, Ben found her sitting beneath a lemonade stand before the police did. When my mother died, he slept on the floor outside my bedroom because I was afraid to be alone.<\/p>\n
Now he looked as lost as I felt.<\/p>\n
I grabbed the letter from him.<\/p>\n
There were four handwritten pages, all in Rosie\u2019s careful print. Her letters were rounded and deliberate, each word spaced evenly. As a child, she had pressed so hard with pencils that she tore holes in notebooks. Even now, she wrote as though every sentence deserved to be carved into stone.<\/p>\n
I began again.<\/p>\n
Claire, if you are reading this, I may be dead. Dad killed Mom, and without knowing it, you gave him the perfect alibi.<\/p>\n
My stomach twisted.<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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