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?"

The missing teenager.

The delivery-room exchange.

The way Zane insisted on bringing Emily home.

He hadn't simply been trying to rescue a child.

He'd been hiding the circumstances of her birth.

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I left the station shaking.

I wanted to scream at Zane.

Demand every answer.

Ask what happened between him and Rebecca when she was a frightened teenager living under the control of a man like Dr. Voss.

I wanted to know whether Henry had discovered Zane's involvement.

Whether their confrontation led to the highway crash.

And whether Zane had spent thirty-two years searching for Rebecca because he loved her.

Or because he feared what she might remember.

Then Emily called.

"Mom?"

Her voice was trembling.

"Can you come to Catherine's house?"

My heart tightened.

"What's wrong?"

A pause.

Then she whispered, "Rebecca remembered something."

I stopped breathing.

"What?"

"About Dad."

I gripped my phone.

"Emily, listen to me. There's something I need to tell you first."