Or at least I had believed we had.
Claire wiped her face.
“He wanted to.”
“Then why didn’t he?”
“Because of what happened after we met.”
My stomach tightened again.
“What happened?”
She looked toward the letter.
“Keep reading.”
I hated those words.
I hated the envelope.
I hated Jack for dying and leaving me alone to solve whatever mystery he had created.
Still, I unfolded the next page.
Emma, there’s more.Browse Men’s Gear
Claire didn’t just find me.
She found information about our father.
And that’s where everything gets complicated.
I looked up.
Claire had gone pale.
“Our father?” I said.
She nodded.
“Jack knew who his father was?”
“At the end.”
“Who?”
Claire didn’t answer.
Not immediately.
Instead she reached into her coat and removed a second envelope.
“This is what Jack meant when he said he left something for you.”
