The woman stepped onto the porch.<\/p>\n
She was probably in her seventies, with silver hair pulled into a loose knot and a cardigan wrapped tightly around her shoulders.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou shouldn't be here this late,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI could say the same to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
She almost smiled.<\/p>\n
Then her expression became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cCome inside.\u201d<\/p>\n
I hesitated.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at the photograph.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I knew Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was enough to make me follow her.<\/p>\n
The house smelled faintly of lavender and old books.<\/p>\n
She led me into a sitting room.<\/p>\n
On the wall were photographs of a younger family.<\/p>\n
A husband.<\/p>\n
Two daughters.<\/p>\n
A little boy.<\/p>\n
I sat on the edge of a chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cMy name is Evelyn.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know who you are.\u201d<\/p>\n
That unsettled me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cBefore he met me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat he had found the little girl.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n
\u201cJosie?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I gripped the arms of the chair.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you mean, found?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't find her alive.\u201d<\/p>\n
She spoke gently.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe found her after the collision.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know that.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what the police told you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did Daniel know that they didn't?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn folded her hands.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel was the first person to reach your car.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe called the ambulance.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe told them there was a child.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat else?\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked toward the window.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was another car.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat car?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cA dark sedan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid anyone see it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho was driving?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou said there was another car.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThere was.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn took a slow breath.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel told me the driver stopped. He got out. He looked at the wreck. Then he walked toward your daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
I couldn't speak.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he do?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou must know something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know what Daniel told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he tell you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said the man picked up something from the road.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cMr. Bunny.\u201d<\/p>\n
My hands went numb.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut Daniel had it.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEventually.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened before that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn's voice dropped.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe man took it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stood.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did Daniel have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he got it back.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou're hiding something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked exhausted.<\/p>\n
\u201cI'm trying not to tell you something Daniel didn't want me to tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel is dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo whatever promise you made to him doesn't matter anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
She closed her eyes.<\/p>\n
\u201cI wish it were that simple.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat again.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat was the man's name?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel didn't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen how did he find him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe man found Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
The words landed heavily.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSeveral years after the accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
My throat tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTo ask about the rabbit.\u201d<\/p>\n
I remembered Daniel's face when I had told him about Mr. Bunny.<\/p>\n
The way he had looked away.<\/p>\n
The tremor in his hands.<\/p>\n
The guilt.<\/p>\n
I had mistaken it for sympathy.<\/p>\n
It had been recognition.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat happened when the man came?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel refused to give him anything.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did the man want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat photograph?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't have it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen Daniel kept it.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at the picture in my hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat's not the photograph he wanted.\u201d<\/p>\n
My pulse quickened.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen what was?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn stood and walked toward a cabinet.<\/p>\n
She opened the bottom drawer.<\/p>\n
Inside was a small black notebook.<\/p>\n
She handed it to me.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel left this with me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe said if anything happened to him before he could explain everything, I should give it to you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I opened it.<\/p>\n
The first pages contained dates.<\/p>\n
Names.<\/p>\n
Locations.<\/p>\n
Notes about the accident.<\/p>\n
Then I saw a name.<\/p>\n
My husband's.<\/p>\n
Beneath it was another name I didn't recognize.<\/p>\n
And beside that name were three words.<\/p>\n
\u201cInsurance. Debt. Threat.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Evelyn.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat is this?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe believed the accident wasn't random.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at the page.<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither did he?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
My heart began racing.<\/p>\n
I turned another page.<\/p>\n
Daniel had written about my husband's business.<\/p>\n
There had been financial problems.<\/p>\n
Loans.<\/p>\n
A dispute.<\/p>\n
An insurance policy.<\/p>\n
None of this had ever been part of the story I was told.<\/p>\n
My husband had always seemed responsible.<\/p>\n
Stable.<\/p>\n
Predictable.<\/p>\n
But Daniel had spent years investigating.<\/p>\n
Why?<\/p>\n
Evelyn sat beside me.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't investigate because he wanted revenge.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he believed someone had caused the accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room became silent.<\/p>\n
I looked at the notebook again.<\/p>\n
There were dates after the accident.<\/p>\n
Then a date several years later.<\/p>\n
And beside it:<\/p>\n
\u201cFound her.\u201d<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cFound who?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn's eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't know.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the next page.<\/p>\n
There was a child's name.<\/p>\n
Lily.<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does Lily have to do with this?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn didn't answer.<\/p>\n
I turned the page.<\/p>\n
Daniel had written:<\/p>\n
\u201cShe cannot know yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cKnow what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn whispered, \u201cThat is the question.\u201d<\/p>\n
I closed the notebook.<\/p>\n
\u201cI need to go home.\u201d<\/p>\n
She nodded.<\/p>\n
At the door, she stopped me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere's something you need to understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cDaniel loved you.\u201d<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe didn't marry you because he needed a caretaker for Lily.\u201d<\/p>\n
My eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he believed you were the only person who could protect her.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom whom?\u201d<\/p>\n
Evelyn looked frightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom the same person who had been watching Daniel.\u201d<\/p>\n
I froze.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone was watching him?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYears.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped outside.<\/p>\n
The night air was cold.<\/p>\n
I walked toward my car.<\/p>\n
Then I saw it.<\/p>\n
A dark sedan parked half a block away.<\/p>\n
Its headlights were off.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
The car remained still.<\/p>\n
I couldn't see the driver.<\/p>\n
Then the engine started.<\/p>\n
The sedan pulled away slowly.<\/p>\n
I stood frozen until its taillights disappeared.<\/p>\n
I returned home before dawn.<\/p>\n
Lily was still asleep.<\/p>\n
I locked every door.<\/p>\n
Then I placed Daniel's notebook on the kitchen table.<\/p>\n
There was one page I hadn't noticed before.<\/p>\n
A small photograph had been tucked into the back cover.<\/p>\n
I pulled it out.<\/p>\n
My hands shook.<\/p>\n
The photograph showed Daniel standing beside Lily.<\/p>\n
She was perhaps four years old.<\/p>\n
Behind them was a playground.<\/p>\n
And standing several yards away was a man.<\/p>\n
His face was turned toward the camera.<\/p>\n
I recognized him.<\/p>\n
Not because I had ever met him.<\/p>\n
Because I had seen his face once before.<\/p>\n
In my husband's old business files.<\/p>\n
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