The computer opened.
“Seriously, Jack?”
Lucy looked up from breakfast.
“Is Daddy in the computer?”
My throat tightened.
“No, sweetheart. Mommy’s looking for something.”
One name appeared repeatedly.
Ethan C.
Then I found legal payments.
Childcare expenses.
And an account labeled:
ETHAN TRUST.
“You had a trust for him?” I whispered.
Lucy looked at me.
“Are you mad at Daddy?”
“I don’t know yet.”
– ¿Por qué?
“Porque debería haberme dicho algo”.
“Can you ask him?”
My hand froze over the mouse.
“No, baby.”
“Oh.”
Entonces encontré papeleo de seguro.
Jack había protegido el dinero para Lucy.
Para el bebé.
Para mí.
Y también había dinero reservado en Ethan.
Por último, encontré mapas.
Una dirección apareció repetidamente.
Forty minutes away.
I called Mara.
“I found the money.”
Silence.
“Claire...”
“Voy a esa dirección”.
“Please don’t show up angry.”
“So he is Jack’s son.”