he kept trying to be near Cole.
He knew there was a connection.
He just didn’t understand what it really was.
That weekend, Beth and I gathered everything we could find.
I brought my medical paperwork.
She brought old messages.
Then she showed me the photograph.
Mark.
Two babies.
Matching blankets.
That picture destroyed the last excuse I could make for him.
Our cousin Grace helped us trace money from my joint savings account.
For years, Mark had been sending Beth regular payments.
Beth had assumed the money was for
