“This picture.”
There was also a note.
‘I know your father. He left something for you. If you want the truth, come see me.’
An address was written underneath.
Where did she get this?
Mike leaned forward. “Are you okay?”
“No.”
“What does it say?”
I folded the note. “I honestly don’t know.”
Mike frowned. “You look like you know exactly what this is about.”
‘If you want the truth, come see me.’
“I know it has something to do with my mother.”
“And your father?”
“That’s the part I’m afraid to find out.”
I grabbed my keys.
Mike looked at me. “You’re actually going?”
I honestly don’t know.
“I need to know who had that picture.”
“And if this is some kind of scam?”
“Then I’ll find out.”
Mike had managed the store for almost as long as I’d worked there, and we’d always gotten along.
He sighed. “Fine. Go.”
I need to know.
“My shift just started.”
“Jenna can cover for you. I’ll figure out the rest.”
“You sure?”
“Go before I change my mind.”
I’ll figure out the rest.
***
Twenty minutes later, I pulled up at the address from the note.
I’d spent the whole drive expecting something shady. Instead, I found a neat house with pumpkins on the porch and a stroller by the door.
The woman opened before I knocked. “Rachel.”
“Who are you?”
“Come inside.”
I found a neat house with pumpkins.
“No. First tell me where you got that photograph.”
She swallowed. “My father had it.”
“Your father?”
