There was more.
That night, after the boys had fallen asleep, Julian unlocked the bottom drawer of his study desk.
I had seen that drawer countless times.
I had never watched him open it.
He took out a thin black folder and placed it between us on the desk.
“What is that?” I asked.
“Something I should have shown you earlier.”
Mi estómago se apretó.
Julian looked exhausted.
“Two years ago, Martin asked me about the boys’ medical records.”
I went cold.
“What kind of medical records?”
“Eli’s.”
My body reacted before my mind could catch up.
I rose so quickly that my chair scraped backward.
“Why would Martin ask about Eli?”
Julian raised both hands, palms open. “I didn’t give him anything.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“He wanted to know whether Eli had inherited Blake’s rare blood marker.”
The room fell silent.
Eli había sido frágil cuando era bebé.
