“I know who I suspect.”
“Who?”
He looked directly at me.
“My uncle, Marcus Bennett.”
I remembered the name from his nightmares.
“Why?”
“Because Marcus took control of certain company assets after my accident.”
“Assets connected to your father?”
“Yes.”
I looked at the black folder.
“And Ryan?”
Christopher hesitated.
“I think Marcus knows where he is.”
My heart slammed.
“You think Ryan is alive?”
“I don’t know.”
“That’s not what I asked.”
Christopher’s eyes held mine.
“I think there is a chance.”
Everything in me changed.
Seventeen years of grief.
Seventeen years believing my brother was ashes scattered beneath a maple tree.
And now there was a chance.
Tiny.
Impossible.
But real.
“What do we do?”
Christopher stared at me.
“We?”
“You have information.”
“You have no idea how dangerous this is.”
“I buried my brother at twenty-two.”
My voice trembled.
“I raised two children alone. I slept hungry so they could eat. I walked into this house because I was desperate enough to bathe a stranger for money.”
