Part 2: My son h.i.t me 30 times in front of his wife… so the next morning, while he sat in his office, I sold the house he thought was his.

*Gloria, our son has been lied to his entire life.*

*Malcolm knows the truth.*

*And if Trevor ever discovers it, he may come to hate you for something you never did.*

I stared at the words.

Then my phone vibrated.

A message from Trevor.

**MOTHER, I FOUND DAD'S ORIGINAL WILL.**

My heartbeat quickened.

Another message arrived.

**MALCOLM TOLD ME WHY HE REALLY WANTED CEDARLINE.**

I looked at Detective Grant.

My hands were trembling.

Then Trevor sent a photograph.

It showed an old family portrait.

Henry.

Me.

Baby Trevor.

And standing behind us was a young woman.

She looked exactly like me.

Eleanor.

My twin sister.

I stared at the photograph.

Then another message arrived.

**MOTHER, I DON'T THINK THE WOMAN WHO RAISED ME IS THE WOMAN WHO GAVE BIRTH TO ME.**

The room went silent.

I couldn't breathe.

Then Trevor called.

I answered.

"Mother?"

His voice was shaking.

"Trevor?"

He began crying.