Thomas read Arthur's letter twice before he spoke.<\/p>\n
We were sitting at the kitchen table. The morning light had turned the unopened mail on the counter pale and flat, but neither of us had touched breakfast.<\/p>\n
\u201cI have a sister,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s forty-eight?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He put the letter down.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Dad ever see her?\u201d<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
The letters suggested Arthur had not seen Eleanor since she was very young. Evelyn had believed occasional visits would confuse her. After Arthur married me and Thomas was born, the distance became permanent.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe sent money,\u201d Thomas said.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPictures?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEvelyn sent them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut he never saw her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently not.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas leaned back.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat doesn't make sense.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew where she lived.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe knew what she looked like.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd he still stayed away.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems to be what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas rubbed his forehead.<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes she know his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't think?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stood and walked to the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo Dad told Evelyn that you knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Evelyn believed you knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen he told you nothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe made each of you believe the other person had already been told.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nodded.<\/p>\n
He stared at the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat wasn't just keeping a secret.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe built the secret so nobody would ask the right question.\u201d<\/p>\n
The sentence stayed with me.<\/p>\n
Arthur had not forgotten to tell me.<\/p>\n
He had repeatedly chosen not to.<\/p>\n
That distinction hurt.<\/p>\n
That evening, I wrote to Evelyn.<\/p>\n
I told her Arthur had died. I told her what I had found. I told her I knew about Eleanor and needed to understand what had happened.<\/p>\n
I read the letter twice before sealing it.<\/p>\n
Then I waited.<\/p>\n
Five days.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Seven.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
On the ninth morning, I opened the mailbox and found a cream-colored envelope.<\/p>\n
The return address was Portland.<\/p>\n
My hands shook before I opened it.<\/p>\n
Margaret,<\/p>\n
I am sorry Arthur is gone.<\/p>\n
I need to begin by apologizing to you.<\/p>\n
For almost forty years, I believed you knew Eleanor existed.<\/p>\n
Arthur told me you knew he had a daughter before your marriage. He told me you understood the arrangement concerning the Portland house.<\/p>\n
I now know he was wrong.<\/p>\n
I would never knowingly have helped him hide Eleanor from you.<\/p>\n
I stopped there.<\/p>\n
For the first time, I understood that Evelyn had not been Arthur's accomplice.<\/p>\n
She had been deceived too.<\/p>\n
I continued reading.<\/p>\n
Eleanor knows her biological father was a young man I once loved.<\/p>\n
She has never known his name.<\/p>\n
I lowered the letter.<\/p>\n
Arthur had hidden Eleanor from me.<\/p>\n
Evelyn had hidden Arthur's identity from Eleanor.<\/p>\n
And Eleanor had been left with the smallest fragment of the truth.<\/p>\n
Thomas arrived later that afternoon.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe doesn't know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He read the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't Evelyn tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're going to find out.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen I'm coming.\u201d<\/p>\n
Three days later, we drove north.<\/p>\n
The shoebox sat on the back seat between our bags.<\/p>\n
Twenty-seven receipts.<\/p>\n
The photograph.<\/p>\n
The letters.<\/p>\n
A lifetime compressed into cardboard and paper.<\/p>\n
For hours Thomas barely spoke.<\/p>\n
Neither did I.<\/p>\n
The landscape changed gradually. The highway narrowed. The air became colder. Pine trees crowded the roadside.<\/p>\n
When the Atlantic finally appeared beyond the road, Thomas glanced at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you ever wish we hadn't found this?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about the workshop.<\/p>\n
The photograph.<\/p>\n
The money orders.<\/p>\n
Arthur's handwriting.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't either.\u201d<\/p>\n
By late afternoon, we found Evelyn's cottage.<\/p>\n
It was small and white, with green shutters and a narrow porch.<\/p>\n
Before we reached the steps, the front door opened.<\/p>\n
A silver-haired woman stood there.<\/p>\n
She looked at me first.<\/p>\n
Then Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cMargaret?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes stayed on Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must be Thomas.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stopped.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow do you know?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn gave him a sad smile.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur sent photographs.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas swallowed.<\/p>\n
Inside, photographs covered one wall.<\/p>\n
I saw a little girl.<\/p>\n
A school-aged child.<\/p>\n
A teenager.<\/p>\n
A graduate.<\/p>\n
A bride.<\/p>\n
A woman holding a newborn.<\/p>\n
Eleanor.<\/p>\n
I stood in front of those photographs and realized that my husband had watched his daughter grow through pictures he had never allowed inside our home.<\/p>\n
We sat around Evelyn's dining table.<\/p>\n
Nobody touched the tea.<\/p>\n
I asked the question that had followed me all the way from Ohio.<\/p>\n
\u201cAfter Arthur married me, did you ever see him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot once?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPhone calls?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVery few. Emergencies involving Eleanor or the property.\u201d<\/p>\n
She met my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was no affair, Margaret.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI needed to hear that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I placed one of Arthur's letters on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou believed I knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn's eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe lied to me too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe did.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked down at her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur told me you knew Eleanor existed. Later, he told me you wanted the families kept separate.\u201d<\/p>\n
My jaw tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears ago. The early nineties.\u201d<\/p>\n
She disappeared into another room and returned with another bundle of letters.<\/p>\n
One contained Arthur's handwriting.<\/p>\n
Margaret understands the situation. She thinks bringing the children together would create more confusion than good.<\/p>\n
I stared at the sentence.<\/p>\n
I had never said anything like that.<\/p>\n
Arthur had put words in my mouth and used them to keep Eleanor away.<\/p>\n
\u201cI never said that,\u201d I whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know,\u201d Evelyn said.<\/p>\n
Thomas leaned forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't Eleanor know his name?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn's shoulders dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen she was young, I told myself I would explain when she was old enough.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd then?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cArthur married.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the photographs.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Thomas was born. Then another year passed. Then another. Every year made the conversation harder.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen Eleanor was twenty-seven,\u201d Evelyn continued, \u201cshe asked about her father.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI told her he had been a young man I loved. I told her circumstances separated us. I told her he had helped financially.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you didn't tell her his name.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn stared toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause by then Arthur had grandchildren. Eleanor had her own life. I kept thinking there would be a better time.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
She whispered, \u201cThere wasn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
The front door opened.<\/p>\n
Evelyn's face changed.<\/p>\n
A woman's voice came from the hallway.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
A moment later, Eleanor entered carrying grocery bags.<\/p>\n
She was nearly fifty, dark-haired with strands of silver at her temples.<\/p>\n
She looked at Evelyn.<\/p>\n
Then at Thomas.<\/p>\n
Then me.<\/p>\n
Her eyes stopped on the photograph lying open on the table.<\/p>\n
Arthur.<\/p>\n
Young Evelyn.<\/p>\n
A baby.<\/p>\n
She froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cEleanor\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor picked up the photograph.<\/p>\n
Her gaze moved from the baby to the young woman and finally to Arthur.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at Thomas.<\/p>\n
Something in his face made her hesitate.<\/p>\n
Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Nobody answered.<\/p>\n
Her voice sharpened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho is he?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn began to cry.<\/p>\n
\u201cHis name was Arthur Hollis.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor stared at her.<\/p>\n
Then at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know him?\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was my husband.\u201d<\/p>\n
The grocery bags slipped from her hands.<\/p>\n
An orange rolled slowly across the floor.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour husband?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor forty-two years.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes moved to Thomas.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy son.\u201d<\/p>\n
Silence filled the room.<\/p>\n
Eleanor looked at Thomas again.<\/p>\n
Her voice became almost inaudible.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who am I?\u201d<\/p>\n
No one rushed to answer.<\/p>\n
Evelyn reached for the chair beside her.<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor didn't move.<\/p>\n
\u201cI asked who I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
Thomas stood.<\/p>\n
His voice was unsteady.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're my sister.\u201d<\/p>\n
Eleanor stared at him.<\/p>\n
The word seemed to strike her harder than anything else.<\/p>\n
\u201cSister?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
I could see a thousand questions forming behind her eyes.<\/p>\n
I did not know which one would come first.<\/p>\n
Finally she whispered, \u201cHow long have you known about me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot long.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLess than three weeks.\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
For the first time, the truth had reached the person who had lived inside the secret without even knowing its shape.<\/p>\n
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