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<\/p>\nHe didn\u2019t answer. The officer said, \u201cEveryone needs to stay where they are.\u201d His radio crackled again. Another officer was speaking from the upstairs hallway. They had found something. A few seconds later, a patrolman came down carrying a small cardboard box. \u201cFound this in the bedroom closet.\u201d I recognized it immediately. The cedar box. My father\u2019s name was burned into the lid. HAWTHORNE, EDWARD. My father\u2019s name. My heart began pounding. The officer set it on the table. \u201cWas this locked?\u201d \u201cYes.\u201d He looked at the broken clasp. \u201cIt isn\u2019t anymore.\u201d I stared at Dennis. He shook his head. \u201cI didn\u2019t touch it.\u201d Again.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Nobody had accused him. The officer opened the box. Inside was an old photograph. My father in uniform. My mother beside him. And me at sixteen, standing between them. Underneath the photograph was a folded piece of paper. The officer carefully lifted it. \u201cDo you recognize this?\u201d I stepped closer. The handwriting stopped me. I knew it instantly. My father\u2019s. But the paper was new. Too new. The ink was dark. My father had been dead eleven years. I read the first line. Victoria, if you are reading this, something has gone very wrong.<\/p>\n
My knees nearly gave out.<\/p>\n
Dennis whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never seen that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena suddenly said:<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither have I.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer looked at her.<\/p>\n
She froze.<\/p>\n
He hadn\u2019t asked her.<\/p>\n
I took the letter from the officer\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
My fingers trembled.<\/p>\n
The second line read:<\/p>\n
Do not trust the person who tells you Meadow\u2019s fall was an accident.<\/p>\n
I looked at Dennis.<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
My heart was beating so hard I could hear it.<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
There are things about our family you were never told.<\/p>\n
Then\u2014<\/p>\n
Your mother lied to you.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
The woman who had raised me.<\/p>\n
The woman who had spent her entire life warning me never to trust strangers.<\/p>\n
The woman who had told me my father died because of an accident during a training exercise.<\/p>\n
I looked at the officer.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I have a moment?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
I walked toward the window.<\/p>\n
Outside, the evening light had begun fading over the fields.<\/p>\n
Our town looked peaceful.<\/p>\n
The church steeple in the distance.<\/p>\n
The grain elevator.<\/p>\n
The road leading toward the highway.<\/p>\n
Everything looked exactly the same.<\/p>\n
But my entire life had just shifted beneath my feet.<\/p>\n
Behind me, Dennis said quietly:<\/p>\n
\u201cVictoria.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t turn.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your father wrote it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s been dead for eleven years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is precisely the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dennis\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone is manipulating you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Serena.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut someone broke into my locked box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither of them spoke.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something.<\/p>\n
Serena was staring at the letter.<\/p>\n
Not reading it.<\/p>\n
Remembering it.<\/p>\n
That was different.<\/p>\n
I walked toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve seen this before.\u201d<\/p>\n
She backed away.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Victoria.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou recognized the handwriting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI grew up with him too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou recognized the words.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father wasn\u2019t who you think he was.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
I felt something inside me crack.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena looked at Dennis.<\/p>\n
Dennis looked furious.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t killed in an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was investigating something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me what you do know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena looked toward the officers.<\/p>\n
Then toward the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know your father believed someone in this town was stealing money from the military supply contracts.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer\u2019s pen stopped.<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow would you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena\u2019s lips trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he told Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mom told you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t anyone tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your mother wanted you away from it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
There was no humor in it.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted me away from it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were sixteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was his daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were also the person he loved most.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the letter again.<\/p>\n
Something wasn\u2019t right.<\/p>\n
I turned back to Serena.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Dad wrote this recently, where did it come from?\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
I repeated myself.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did this letter come from?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who put it in the box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll determine that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then another thought struck me.<\/p>\n
I looked at Dennis.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did Meadow mention the jacket?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dennis\u2019s face went blank.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew about the jacket.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never seen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
That was another lie.<\/p>\n
Because on our fifth anniversary, I had worn my father\u2019s old dog tags around my neck.<\/p>\n
Dennis had asked me where they came from.<\/p>\n
I had told him.<\/p>\n
He knew everything.<\/p>\n
Everything.<\/p>\n
Then the officer\u2019s radio crackled again.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnit Three to Base.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stepped away to answer.<\/p>\n
I watched Dennis.<\/p>\n
His hands were shaking.<\/p>\n
Not much.<\/p>\n
Just enough.<\/p>\n
I whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you afraid of?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cNothing.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s not true.\u201d<\/p>\n
He moved closer.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictoria, listen to me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo more lies.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled with something I hadn\u2019t expected.<\/p>\n
Fear.<\/p>\n
Real fear.<\/p>\n
Not fear of prison.<\/p>\n
Not fear of losing his reputation.<\/p>\n
Something deeper.<\/p>\n
He glanced toward Serena.<\/p>\n
Then whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cThey know.\u201d<\/p>\n
My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho knows?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the windows.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey\u2019ve been watching you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cVictoria\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n
His voice dropped to almost nothing.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe people your father was investigating.\u201d<\/p>\n
Before I could respond, every light in the house went out.<\/p>\n
The kitchen disappeared into darkness.<\/p>\n
Serena screamed.<\/p>\n
One of the officers drew his weapon.<\/p>\n
I heard a crash upstairs.<\/p>\n
Then footsteps.<\/p>\n
Running.<\/p>\n
The officer shouted:<\/p>\n
\u201cPolice! Stop!\u201d<\/p>\n
The footsteps accelerated.<\/p>\n
I moved instinctively toward the staircase.<\/p>\n
\u201cStay back!\u201d the officer yelled.<\/p>\n
But I knew that sound.<\/p>\n
Someone was running toward the back door.<\/p>\n
Another crash.<\/p>\n
Glass breaking.<\/p>\n
Then silence.<\/p>\n
The officers rushed through the house.<\/p>\n
I stood frozen in the dark.<\/p>\n
Dennis grabbed my arm.<\/p>\n
I ripped it away.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t touch me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to protect you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFrom what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
A flashlight beam swept across the kitchen.<\/p>\n
The officer came back.<\/p>\n
\u201cBack door\u2019s open.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward it.<\/p>\n
Cold night air moved through the broken window.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something on the floor.<\/p>\n
A muddy boot print.<\/p>\n
Large.<\/p>\n
Fresh.<\/p>\n
Beside it was a small scrap of brown canvas.<\/p>\n
I picked it up before anyone could stop me.<\/p>\n
The fabric matched my father\u2019s jacket.<\/p>\n
But there was something stitched into the inside.<\/p>\n
Three red threads forming a symbol.<\/p>\n
I knew that symbol.<\/p>\n
I had seen it once before.<\/p>\n
Not in my father\u2019s belongings.<\/p>\n
Not in a photograph.<\/p>\n
In a classified military file I had been ordered never to discuss.<\/p>\n
My stomach turned.<\/p>\n
Because suddenly I understood why Meadow had apologized to me.<\/p>\n
She hadn\u2019t been apologizing for getting hurt.<\/p>\n
She had been apologizing because she thought she had discovered something she wasn\u2019t supposed to see.<\/p>\n
I looked at Dennis.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cI knew something was wrong.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew someone was watching our family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew Meadow was in danger.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did you tell her nobody would believe her?\u201d<\/p>\n
His face crumpled.<\/p>\n
For the first time, he looked like the man I had married.<\/p>\n
Not the town\u2019s perfect father.<\/p>\n
Not the man who had betrayed me.<\/p>\n
Just Dennis.<\/p>\n
A frightened man standing in a dark kitchen.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was trying to scare her,\u201d he whispered.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause I needed her to stop talking.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAbout what?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
Then he said the words that made my blood run cold.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour sister didn\u2019t bring me into this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe brought them.\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena began crying again.<\/p>\n
\u201cDennis\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have to tell her.\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou have to.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer stepped between them.<\/p>\n
\u201cTell us what?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dennis looked at me.<\/p>\n
Then at the officer.<\/p>\n
And finally toward the broken back door.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe man in the jacket wasn\u2019t here to hurt Meadow.\u201d<\/p>\n
I felt my heart stop.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why was he here?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dennis swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was looking for something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dennis\u2019s eyes met mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe thing your father hid before he died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat thing?\u201d<\/p>\n
He whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cA ledger.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then my phone rang.<\/p>\n
Everyone froze.<\/p>\n
I looked at the screen.<\/p>\n
The number was unknown.<\/p>\n
I answered.<\/p>\n
For three seconds, there was only static.<\/p>\n
Then a man\u2019s voice whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cVictoria\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n
I knew the voice.<\/p>\n
I hadn\u2019t heard it in eleven years.<\/p>\n
But I knew it.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t trust Dennis.\u201d<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
And from upstairs came a child\u2019s voice.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom?\u201d<\/p>\n
I spun around.<\/p>\n
Meadow.<\/p>\n
Impossible.<\/p>\n
She was supposed to be at the hospital.<\/p>\n
The officer looked at me.<\/p>\n
Then the voice came again.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom\u2026 he\u2019s here.\u201d<\/p>\n
I ran toward the stairs.<\/p>\n
For several seconds, I couldn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s military jacket.<\/p>\n
I knew exactly which one Meadow meant.<\/p>\n
Brown canvas. Faded collar. A torn patch near the left pocket where a piece of shrapnel had caught it during his final deployment.<\/p>\n
My father had worn that jacket everywhere.<\/p>\n
To the feed store.<\/p>\n
To football games.<\/p>\n
To church on Sundays.<\/p>\n
Even after he retired, he refused to throw it away.<\/p>\n
When he died, my mother gave it to me.<\/p>\n
I kept it in a cedar chest in my bedroom.<\/p>\n
I had never told Meadow about it.<\/p>\n
Not once.<\/p>\n
The officer watched my face.<\/p>\n
\u201cMrs. Hawthorne?\u201d<\/p>\n
I swallowed.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat jacket is in my house.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dennis suddenly looked up.<\/p>\n
Serena\u2019s crying stopped.<\/p>\n
The officer noticed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo someone could have taken it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked toward the stairs.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt was locked away.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWho had access?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought about the alarm code.<\/p>\n
The spare key.<\/p>\n
The people I trusted.<\/p>\n
Then another thought hit me.<\/p>\n
Serena.<\/p>\n
My sister had helped me clean the house after my mother\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n
She had seen the jacket.<\/p>\n
She knew exactly where I kept it.<\/p>\n
I turned toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her face went white.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew where Dad\u2019s jacket was.\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve been in my bedroom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve been in your house hundreds of times.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dennis stepped between us.<\/p>\n
\u201cVictoria, stop.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
The officer said, \u201cEveryone needs to stay where they are.\u201d<\/p>\n
His radio crackled again.<\/p>\n
Another officer was speaking from the upstairs hallway.<\/p>\n
They had found something.<\/p>\n
A few seconds later, a patrolman came down carrying a small cardboard box.<\/p>\n
\u201cFound this in the bedroom closet.\u201d<\/p>\n
I recognized it immediately.<\/p>\n
The cedar box.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s name was burned into the lid.<\/p>\n
HAWTHORNE, EDWARD.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s name.<\/p>\n
My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n
The officer set it on the table.<\/p>\n
\u201cWas this locked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the broken clasp.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt isn\u2019t anymore.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at Dennis.<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI didn\u2019t touch it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Again.<\/p>\n
Nobody had accused him.<\/p>\n
The officer opened the box.<\/p>\n
Inside was an old photograph.<\/p>\n
My father in uniform.<\/p>\n
My mother beside him.<\/p>\n
And me at sixteen, standing between them.<\/p>\n
Underneath the photograph was a folded piece of paper.<\/p>\n
The officer carefully lifted it.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you recognize this?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stepped closer.<\/p>\n
The handwriting stopped me.<\/p>\n
I knew it instantly.<\/p>\n
My father\u2019s.<\/p>\n
But the paper was new.<\/p>\n
Too new.<\/p>\n
The ink was dark.<\/p>\n
My father had been dead eleven years.<\/p>\n
I read the first line.<\/p>\n
Victoria, if you are reading this, something has gone very wrong.<\/p>\n
My knees nearly gave out.<\/p>\n
Dennis whispered, \u201cThat\u2019s impossible.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned toward him.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared at the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never seen that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena suddenly said:<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither have I.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer looked at her.<\/p>\n
She froze.<\/p>\n
He hadn\u2019t asked her.<\/p>\n
I took the letter from the officer\u2019s hand.<\/p>\n
My fingers trembled.<\/p>\n
The second line read:<\/p>\n
Do not trust the person who tells you Meadow\u2019s fall was an accident.<\/p>\n
I looked at Dennis.<\/p>\n
He looked away.<\/p>\n
My heart was beating so hard I could hear it.<\/p>\n
I kept reading.<\/p>\n
There are things about our family you were never told.<\/p>\n
Then\u2014<\/p>\n
Your mother lied to you.<\/p>\n
I stopped.<\/p>\n
My mother.<\/p>\n
The woman who had raised me.<\/p>\n
The woman who had spent her entire life warning me never to trust strangers.<\/p>\n
The woman who had told me my father died because of an accident during a training exercise.<\/p>\n
I looked at the officer.<\/p>\n
\u201cCan I have a moment?\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
I walked toward the window.<\/p>\n
Outside, the evening light had begun fading over the fields.<\/p>\n
Our town looked peaceful.<\/p>\n
The church steeple in the distance.<\/p>\n
The grain elevator.<\/p>\n
The road leading toward the highway.<\/p>\n
Everything looked exactly the same.<\/p>\n
But my entire life had just shifted beneath my feet.<\/p>\n
Behind me, Dennis said quietly:<\/p>\n
\u201cVictoria.\u201d<\/p>\n
I didn\u2019t turn.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou can\u2019t believe that.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked down at the letter.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy not?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your father wrote it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe\u2019s been dead for eleven years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I turned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is precisely the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n
Dennis\u2019s face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cSomeone is manipulating you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at Serena.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut someone broke into my locked box.\u201d<\/p>\n
Neither of them spoke.<\/p>\n
Then I noticed something.<\/p>\n
Serena was staring at the letter.<\/p>\n
Not reading it.<\/p>\n
Remembering it.<\/p>\n
That was different.<\/p>\n
I walked toward her.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve seen this before.\u201d<\/p>\n
She backed away.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, Victoria.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou recognized the handwriting.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI grew up with him too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou recognized the words.\u201d<\/p>\n
Her eyes filled with tears.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cYour father wasn\u2019t who you think he was.\u201d<\/p>\n
The room went silent.<\/p>\n
I felt something inside me crack.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena looked at Dennis.<\/p>\n
Dennis looked furious.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena ignored him.<\/p>\n
\u201cHe wasn\u2019t killed in an accident.\u201d<\/p>\n
My breath caught.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHe was investigating something.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shook her head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re lying.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI swear.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen tell me what you do know.\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena looked toward the officers.<\/p>\n
Then toward the door.<\/p>\n
\u201cI know your father believed someone in this town was stealing money from the military supply contracts.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer\u2019s pen stopped.<\/p>\n
I stared at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow would you know that?\u201d<\/p>\n
Serena\u2019s lips trembled.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause he told Mom.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mom told you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t anyone tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your mother wanted you away from it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed once.<\/p>\n
There was no humor in it.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wanted me away from it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were sixteen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI was his daughter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou were also the person he loved most.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at the letter again.<\/p>\n
Something wasn\u2019t right.<\/p>\n
I turned back to Serena.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf Dad wrote this recently, where did it come from?\u201d<\/p>\n
She didn\u2019t answer.<\/p>\n
I repeated myself.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere did this letter come from?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen who put it in the box?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
The officer stepped forward.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll determine that.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then another thought struck me.<\/p>\n
I looked at Dennis.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy did Meadow mention the jacket?\u201d<\/p>\n
Dennis\u2019s face went blank.<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou knew about the jacket.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ve never seen it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
That was another lie.<\/p>\n
Because on our fifth anniversary, I had worn my father\u2019s old dog tags around my neck.<\/p>\n
Dennis had asked me where they came from.<\/p>\n
I had told him.<\/p>\n
He knew everything.<\/p>\n
Everything.<\/p>\n
Then the officer\u2019s radio crackled again.<\/p>\n
\u201cUnit Three to Base.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stepped away to answer.<\/p>\n
I watched Dennis.<\/p>\n
His hands were shaking.<\/p>\n
Not much.<\/p>\n
Just enough.<\/p>\n
I whispered:<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you afraid of?\u201d<\/p>\n
He didn\u2019t answer. The officer said, \u201cEveryone needs to stay where they are.\u201d His radio crackled again. Another officer was speaking from the upstairs hallway. They had found something. A … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":3333,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[23,21,22,1,5,20],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-5531","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-aita","category-daily-article","category-reddit-stories","category-story","category-story-daily","category-viral-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5531","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=5531"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5531\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5534,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/5531\/revisions\/5534"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/3333"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=5531"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=5531"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nextstoryus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=5531"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}