Part 2: Before my husband passed away, he asked me to deliver a sealed letter to a woman I'd never met — after she read the first line, she looked at me and asked, "Did he tell you everything?"

Around the time Zane found Rebecca.

I stared at it.

The first name was Emily.

The second was Rebecca.

I'd seen that comparison before.

But this report included a third person.

Zane.

My heart began pounding.

"Why was he tested?"

Sarah looked at me.

"According to the laboratory records, Zane requested a paternity comparison."

I couldn't breathe.

I slowly turned the page.

Then stared at the conclusion.

The result supported a biological father-daughter relationship between Zane and Emily.

For several seconds, I couldn't move.

My husband.

The man who'd raised Emily for twenty-nine years.

The man who'd insisted he was protecting a stranger's child.

He wasn't a stranger to her at all.

He was her biological father.

I covered my mouth.

"No."

Sarah said nothing.

I looked down at the report again.

Then whispered, "He knew."

My voice broke.

"He knew she was his."

And suddenly, everything changed.

The secret visits.