“I was helping him locate Ethan and understand what options existed.”
My heart started pounding.
“Then whose child is Ethan?”
Mara shook her head.
“Le prometí a Jack que no te lo diría”.
– Eso es ridículo.
– Tal vez.
“¿Por qué haría esto?”
“Porque él quería que decidieras si querías seguir buscando”.
– ¿Por qué?
“Porque una vez que lo sabes, no puedes desconocerlo”.
La miré.
“Stop talking like you’re in a movie.”
Parecía avergonzada.
– Tienes razón.
Then she became serious.
“He didn’t want me putting another responsibility into your life the week he died.”
I heard only one thing.
Another responsibility.
A five-year-old boy.
Jack escondiendo dinero.
Secret hospital meetings.
By the time Mara left, I was convinced Ethan was Jack’s son.
The next morning, I opened Jack’s laptop.
Él había cambiado la contraseña.
After twenty minutes of trying everything I could think of, I entered the date we first met.
