The gunshot echoed through the trees.
\nNora pulled me toward the side of the house.
\n\u201cKeep your head down!\u201d
\nMichael followed us.
\n\u201cWhere are we going?\u201d
\n\u201cThe garage.\u201d
\n\u201cThere isn\u2019t a car.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nWe ran through the darkness.
\nBehind us, men shouted.
\nAnother shot cracked through the night.
\nI stumbled.
\nNora caught me.
\n\u201cMom, are you okay?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t stop.\u201d
\nWe reached the garage.
\nNora lifted a loose wooden panel near the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere.\u201d
\nA narrow opening appeared beneath it.
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhat is that?\u201d
\n\u201cA tunnel.\u201d
\nMichael froze.
\n\u201cI thought they sealed it.\u201d
\nNora looked at him.
\n\u201cThey didn\u2019t.\u201d
\nShe climbed inside.
\nI followed.
\nMichael came last.
\nThe tunnel was barely wide enough for one person.
\nIt smelled like dirt and old wood.
\nWe crawled forward as footsteps thundered above us.
\nAfter several yards, Nora stopped.
\n\u201cWait.\u201d
\nShe reached into the wall.
\nHer fingers found something hidden inside a crack.
\nShe pulled out a small metal box.
\nMy heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is that?\u201d
\n\u201cEverything.\u201d
\nShe handed it to me.
\nThe tiny key in my hand suddenly made sense.
\nI inserted it into the lock.
\nIt clicked.
\nInside were photographs.
\nBank statements.
\nA flash drive.
\nAnd a handwritten notebook.
\nI picked up the notebook.
\nThe handwriting looked familiar.
\nI knew it instantly.
\nMy mother\u2019s.
\nMy hands began trembling.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nNora whispered,
\n\u201cGrandma left it for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
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\nThere was a date.
\nEight years before Nora disappeared.
\nAnd beneath it were the words:
\nIf Nora ever disappears, do not trust Michael.<\/strong>
\nI stopped breathing.
\nMichael stared over my shoulder.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI turned toward him.
\n\u201cYou knew about this?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why did my mother write your name?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nNora pointed at the next page.
\n\u201cKeep reading.\u201d
\nI turned the page.
\nMy mother\u2019s writing continued.
\nMichael believes he is protecting this family.<\/strong>
\nHe doesn\u2019t understand that the people he\u2019s working with will eventually destroy him too.<\/strong>
\nThen another line.<\/p>\n
\nI looked at Michael.
\n\u201cWhat money?\u201d
\nHe said nothing.
\nI turned another page.
\nThere was a list of names.
\nSeveral were crossed out.
\nOne name had been circled.
\nDaniel Reeves.<\/strong>
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cReeves.\u201d
\nNora nodded.
\n\u201cHe was involved from the beginning.\u201d
\nMichael whispered,
\n\u201cThat\u2019s not possible.\u201d
\nNora looked at him.
\n\u201cYou knew.\u201d
\n\u201cI suspected.\u201d
\n\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nI kept reading.
\nThen I saw something that made my hands go numb.
\nMy own name appeared on the page.
\nBeside it was a date.
\nThe date was three days before Nora disappeared.
\nUnderneath it, my mother had written:
\nThey are watching Claire.<\/strong>
\nI looked at Nora.
\n\u201cThey were watching me?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Grandma discovered the money trail.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did the money trail lead to?\u201d
\nNora pointed at the flash drive.
\n\u201cThat.\u201d
\nBefore I could open it, the tunnel shook.
\nSomeone had entered the garage.
\n\u201cThey found us,\u201d Michael whispered.
\nNora grabbed the box.
\n\u201cKeep moving.\u201d
\nWe crawled faster.
\nThe tunnel opened into a small underground room.
\nThere was an old emergency exit.
\nNora pushed it open.
\nWe emerged behind an abandoned gas station.<\/p>\n
\nI stared at it.
\n\u201cWhose car?\u201d
\n\u201cNobody\u2019s.\u201d
\nMichael looked at Nora.
\n\u201cHow did you know it would be here?\u201d
\nShe didn\u2019t answer.
\nThat scared me more than anything.
\nWe climbed inside.
\nNora took the driver\u2019s seat.
\nMichael sat beside her.
\nI sat in the back, clutching my mother\u2019s notebook.
\nNora started the engine.
\nThe car moved onto the highway.
\nFor several minutes, nobody spoke.
\nThen I asked,
\n\u201cNora, where have you been all these years?\u201d
\nShe kept her eyes on the road.
\n\u201cMoving.\u201d
\n\u201cFrom place to place?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWho helped you?\u201d
\nShe hesitated.
\n\u201cThe woman you met at the caf\u00e9.\u201d
\n\u201cThe woman who was shot?\u201d
\nNora\u2019s eyes filled with tears.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know if she\u2019s alive.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat was her name?\u201d
\n\u201cEvelyn.\u201d
\n\u201cWho was she?\u201d
\n\u201cSomeone Grandma trusted.\u201d
\nI looked down at the notebook.
\n\u201cAnd the cover-up?\u201d
\nEvelyn looked after it.
\n\u201cShe kept it because Grandma told her that one day you would recognize it.\u201d
\nI touched the crooked yellow sun.
\nMy mother had known.
\nSomehow, she had known I would need that tiny piece of fabric to find my daughter.
\nThen Nora suddenly slammed on the brakes.
\nThe car stopped.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nShe pointed ahead.
\nA police cruiser was parked across the road.
\nThe driver\u2019s door opened.
\nDeputy Daniel Reeves stepped out.
\nHe raised his weapon.
\nMichael whispered,
\n\u201cDon\u2019t move.\u201d
\nReeves walked toward us.
\n\u201cNora.\u201d
\nShe locked the doors.
\nReeves smiled.
\n\u201cIt\u2019s over.\u201d
\nNora shook her head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nReeves looked through the windshield.
\n\u201cGive me the box.\u201d
\nI held it tighter.
\nHe smiled again.
\n\u201cYou don\u2019t understand what\u2019s inside.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cThen tell me.\u201d
\nHis expression changed.
\n\u201cYour mother understood.\u201d
\nI felt a chill.
\n\u201cYou knew my mother?\u201d
\n\u201cI knew her very well.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did you do to her?\u201d
\nReeves didn\u2019t answer.
\nNora suddenly reached beneath the dashboard.
\nShe pulled out another phone.
\nShe pressed one button.
\nReeves\u2019s own voice came through the speakers.
\n\u201cMake sure Claire never sees the records.\u201d
\nI stared at the windshield.
\nReeves stopped smiling.
\nNora had recorded him.
\nThen another voice played.
\nMichael\u2019s voice.
\n\u201cClaire can never know what happened to Nora.\u201d
\nMy husband closed his eyes.
\nI slowly turned toward him.
\n\u201cYou said that?\u201d
\nMichael whispered,
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nThe recording continued.
\nMichael\u2019s voice said,
\n\u201cIf they take her, I\u2019ll get the money.\u201d
\nMy heart shattered.
\nI looked at my husband.
\n\u201cWas that the deal?\u201d
\nHe couldn\u2019t look at me.
\nReeves raised his weapon.
\n\u201cEnough.\u201d
\nNora stepped on the gas.
\nThe car surged forward.
\nReeves jumped aside.
\nWe sped down the highway.
\nBehind us, his cruiser started moving.
\nNora looked at me through the mirror.
\n\u201cMom.\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cThere is one thing Grandma never told you.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nNora\u2019s voice became almost a whisper.
\n\u201cThe money wasn\u2019t stolen.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cThe money belonged to someone.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nNora looked at Michael.
\nHe stared at the floor.
\nThen Nora said,
\n\u201cYour father.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cMy father died before I was born.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cHe didn\u2019t have money.\u201d
\nNora shook her head.
\n\u201cGrandma told me he did.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d
\nShe reached into the box.
\nShe pulled out one final photograph.
\nIt showed my mother standing beside a man I had never seen before.
\nBut written on the back was a sentence that made my entire world collapse.
\nThis is your father.<\/strong>
\nAnd beneath that:
\nHe is still alive.<\/strong><\/p>\nPART 7 \u2014 THE FATHER WHO WAS SUPPOSED TO BE DEAD<\/h1>\n
\n\u201cThis is my father?\u201d
\nNora nodded.
\n\u201cGrandma kept his picture hidden.\u201d
\nI looked at Michael.
\nHe wasn\u2019t surprised.
\nThat frightened me more than the photograph.
\n\u201cYou knew.\u201d
\nMichael shook his head.
\n\u201cI knew your mother had secrets.\u201d
\n\u201cYou knew my father was alive?\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know that.\u201d
\nNora turned toward him.
\n\u201cThen why did you look scared when Mom showed you the picture?\u201d
\nMichael didn\u2019t answer.
\nI leaned forward.
\n\u201cMichael.\u201d
\nHe finally spoke.
\n\u201cBecause I recognize him.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cYou\u2019ve met him?\u201d
\n\u201cOnce.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cYears ago.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nMichael stared through the windshield.
\n\u201cAt the company.\u201d
\nI felt the blood drain from my face.
\n\u201cMy father worked with your company?\u201d
\n\u201cHe wasn\u2019t an employee.\u201d
\n\u201cThen what was he?\u201d
\nMichael hesitated.
\n\u201cAn investor.\u201d
\nI looked at the photograph again.
\nMy mother had never spoken about my father.
\nNot once.
\nGrowing up, I had been told he died before I was born.
\nA car accident.
\nThat was all I knew.
\nNow I was holding proof that someone had lied to me my entire life.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s his name?\u201d
\nNora reached into the box.
\nShe pulled out another document.
\n\u201cThomas Vale.\u201d
\nI repeated the name quietly.
\n\u201cThomas Vale.\u201d
\nMichael nodded.
\n\u201cHe changed his name.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause people were looking for him.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cThe same people who took Nora.\u201d
\nThe car suddenly became silent.
\nI looked at Nora.
\n\u201cHow did Grandma know him?\u201d
\n\u201cThey were married.\u201d
\nI almost laughed.
\n\u201cMy mother was married before?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cTo my father.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why did she tell me he died?\u201d
\nNora looked at me.
\n\u201cBecause she wanted you to believe he was dead.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause he wanted you to believe it too.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t understand.
\n\u201cIf he loved her, why disappear?\u201d
\nNora looked down.
\n\u201cBecause he wasn\u2019t the person Grandma thought he was.\u201d
\nMichael interrupted.
\n\u201cHe wasn\u2019t just an investor.\u201d
\nI turned toward him.
\n\u201cWhat was he?\u201d
\nMichael swallowed.
\n\u201cHe built the network.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat network?\u201d
\n\u201cThe companies.\u201d
\n\u201cThe money.\u201d
\n\u201cThe accounts.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re saying my father created all of this?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cTo hide money.\u201d
\n\u201cWhose money?\u201d
\nMichael didn\u2019t answer.
\nNora did.
\n\u201cGovernment money.\u201d
\nMy entire body went cold.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what Grandma discovered.\u201d
\nShe opened the notebook.
\n\u201cYour father was involved in moving money through shell companies.\u201d
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\nNora looked at the documents.
\n\u201cMore than anyone could imagine.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Reeves?\u201d
\n\u201cHe protected him.\u201d
\n\u201cMichael?\u201d
\n\u201cHe became involved later.\u201d
\nI turned toward my husband.
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\nMichael looked broken.
\n\u201cYour father approached me.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause he knew I loved you.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cHe used me to get close to you.\u201d
\nMichael\u2019s voice cracked.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know that at first.\u201d
\n\u201cYou married me because of him?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I really loved you.\u201d
\n\u201cEventually?\u201d
\n\u201cFrom the beginning.\u201d
\nI didn\u2019t know what to believe anymore.
\nNora reached for my hand.
\n\u201cMom, there\u2019s more.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cGrandma didn\u2019t know where your father was.\u201d
\n\u201cThen how do you know he\u2019s alive?\u201d
\nNora pointed to the flash drive.
\n\u201cHe contacted me.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cTwo years after I disappeared.\u201d
\nMy breath caught.
\n\u201cHe found you?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy didn\u2019t he bring you home?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said he couldn\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said if I came home, everyone would die.\u201d
\n\u201cEveryone?\u201d
\n\u201cYou.\u201d
\n\u201cGrandma.\u201d
\n\u201cEven Dad.\u201d
\nI looked at Michael.
\nNora continued.
\n\u201cHe told me Dad had made a deal.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat deal?\u201d
\n\u201cHe agreed to keep you alive in exchange for keeping me hidden.\u201d
\nI felt sick.
\n\u201cHidden from whom?\u201d
\nNora looked at the road.
\n\u201cFrom my grandfather.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cMy father?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nThe words barely made sense.
\n\u201cWhy would my father want his own granddaughter hidden?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause she had something he wanted.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nNora opened the metal box again.
\nShe pulled out the flash drive.
\n\u201cThis.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat is it?\u201d
\n\u201cProof.\u201d
\n\u201cProof of what?\u201d
\n\u201cEverything.\u201d
\nShe handed it to me.
\nI held it tightly.
\n\u201cThen let\u2019s open it.\u201d
\nNora shook her head.
\n\u201cNot yet.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause we don\u2019t know who\u2019s watching.\u201d
\nMichael suddenly pointed behind us.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s a car.\u201d
\nI looked through the rear window.
\nA black SUV was following us.
\nThe same SUV from the caf\u00e9.
\nNora accelerated.
\nThe SUV followed.
\n\u201cWho are they?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cThe people who want the drive.\u201d
\n\u201cHow do we lose them?\u201d
\nNora didn\u2019t answer.
\nShe turned sharply onto a narrow road.
\nThe SUV followed.
\nMichael looked at her.
\n\u201cYou know where you\u2019re going?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cTo the only person Grandpa is afraid of.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nNora looked at me through the mirror.
\n\u201cYour mother.\u201d
\nI frowned.
\n\u201cMy mother is dead.\u201d
\nNora shook her head.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nI felt my heart stop.
\n\u201cMom died three years ago.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cI was at her funeral.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cI saw her body.\u201d
\nNora\u2019s voice became quiet.
\n\u201cMom, you saw someone in that coffin.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cNot Grandma.\u201d
\n\u201cThe woman in the coffin wasn\u2019t Grandma.\u201d
\nMy entire body went numb.
\n\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d
\nNora looked terrified.
\n\u201cGrandma is alive.\u201d
\nMichael suddenly shouted,
\n\u201cStop the car!\u201d
\nNora slammed on the brakes.
\nThe black SUV passed us.
\nThen stopped fifty yards ahead.
\nFour doors opened.
\nMen stepped onto the road.
\nNora whispered,
\n\u201cThey found us.\u201d
\nI looked at Michael.
\nHe was staring at the men.
\nThen he said something that made my blood turn cold.
\n\u201cI know those men.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\nMichael\u2019s face went pale.
\n\u201cBecause I hired them.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t speak.
\nNora stared at him.
\n\u201cYou what?\u201d
\nMichael looked at me.
\n\u201cI thought they were dead.\u201d
\nOne of the men started walking toward our car.
\nThen he removed his sunglasses.
\nI recognized him instantly.
\nHe was the man from the beach camera.
\nThe man Nora had disappeared with eight years ago.
\nHe smiled through the windshield.
\nThen he raised his hand.
\nIn it was a photograph.
\nA photograph of my mother.
\nAlive.
\nStanding beside him.
\nAnd written across the bottom were four words:
\nSHE WANTS TO SEE YOU.
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