an affair?”
Richard suddenly raised his head.
“No, Emily. Never!”
“Then why are you two so close in these pictures? And why can’t Dad know?”
He reached toward the red box.
But just then, I heard a car approaching outside.
My uncle’s face turned pale.
“Oh, God. They’re already back.”
I rushed to the window.
My father’s car had stopped in front of the cabin.
Richard quickly tried to close the suitcase.
I grabbed his hand.
“No! You’re telling me everything right now!”
He sat down in a chair and whispered,
“Your father has spent thirty years believing I betrayed him. But the truth is, I was only trying to carry out his wishes.”
“What wishes?”
He opened the red box.
Inside was a gold ring.
And underneath it lay an old hospital document.
Suddenly, I realized that in the photographs, my mother wasn’t wearing a wedding dress.
She
