“But someone broke into my locked box.”
Neither of them spoke.
Then I noticed something.
Serena was staring at the letter.
Not reading it.
Remembering it.
That was different.
I walked toward her.
“You’ve seen this before.”
She backed away.
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No, Victoria.”
“You recognized the handwriting.”
“I grew up with him too.”
“You recognized the words.”
Her eyes filled with tears.
Then she whispered:
“Your father wasn’t who you think he was.”
The room went silent.
I felt something inside me crack.
“What does that mean?”
Serena looked at Dennis.
Dennis looked furious.
“Don’t.”
Serena ignored him.
“He wasn’t killed in an accident.”
My breath caught.
“What?”
“He was investigating something.”
“What?”
She shook her head.
“I don’t know.”
“You’re lying.”
“I swear.”
“Then tell me what you do know.”
Serena looked toward the officers.
Then toward the door.
“I know your father believed someone in this town was stealing money from the military supply contracts.”
The officer’s pen stopped.
I stared at her.
“How would you know that?”
Serena’s lips trembled.
“Because he told Mom.”
“And Mom told you?”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“Because your mother wanted you away from it.”
I laughed once.
There was no humor in it.
“She wanted me away from it?”
“You were sixteen.”
“I was his daughter.”
“You were also the person he loved most.”
I looked at the letter again.
Something wasn’t right.
I turned back to Serena.
“If Dad wrote this recently, where did it come from?”
She didn’t answer.
I repeated myself.
“Where did this letter come from?”
“I don’t know.”
“Then who put it in the box?”
“I don’t know.”
The officer stepped forward.
“We’ll determine that.”
Then another thought struck me.
I looked at Dennis.
“Why did Meadow mention the jacket?”
Dennis’s face went blank.
“I don’t know.”
“You knew about the jacket.”
“No.”
“Yes, you did.”
He shook his head.
“I’ve never seen it.”
I stared at him.
That was another lie.
Because on our fifth anniversary, I had worn my father’s old dog tags around my neck.
Dennis had asked me where they came from.
I had told him.
He knew everything.
Everything.
Then the officer’s radio crackled again.
“Unit Three to Base.”
He stepped away to answer.
I watched Dennis.
His hands were shaking.
Not much.
Just enough.
I whispered:
“What are you afraid of?”
He looked at me.
“Nothing.”
“That’s not true.”
He moved closer.
“Victoria, listen to me.”
“No.”
“Please.”
“No more lies.”
His eyes filled with something I hadn’t expected.
Fear.
Real fear.
Not fear of prison.
Not fear of losing his reputation.
Something deeper.
He glanced toward Serena.
Then whispered:
“They know.”
My blood ran cold.
“Who?”
He didn’t answer.
“Who knows?”
He looked at the windows.
“They’ve been watching you.”
“Who?”
“Victoria—”
“Who?”
His voice dropped to almost nothing.
“The people your father was investigating.”
Before I could respond, every light in the house went out.
The kitchen disappeared into darkness.
Serena screamed.
One of the officers drew his weapon.
I heard a crash upstairs.
Then footsteps.
Running.
The officer shouted:
“Police! Stop!”
The footsteps accelerated.
I moved instinctively toward the staircase.
“Stay back!” the officer yelled.
But I knew that sound.
Someone was running toward the back door.
Another crash.
Glass breaking.
Then silence.
The officers rushed through the house.
I stood frozen in the dark.
Dennis grabbed my arm.
I ripped it away.
“Don’t touch me.”
“I was trying to protect you.”
“From what?”
He didn’t answer.
A flashlight beam swept across the kitchen.
The officer came back.
“Back door’s open.”
I looked toward it.
Cold night air moved through the broken window.
Then I noticed something on the floor.
A muddy boot print.
Large.
Fresh.
Beside it was a small scrap of brown canvas.
I picked it up before anyone could stop me.
The fabric matched my father’s jacket.
But there was something stitched into the inside.
Three red threads forming a symbol.
I knew that symbol.
I had seen it once before.
Not in my father’s belongings.
Not in a photograph.
In a classified military file I had been ordered never to discuss.
My stomach turned.
Because suddenly I understood why Meadow had apologized to me.
She hadn’t been apologizing for getting hurt.
She had been apologizing because she thought she had discovered something she wasn’t supposed to see.
I looked at Dennis.
“You knew.”
He stared at me.
“I knew something was wrong.”
“You knew someone was watching our family.”
“Yes.”
“You knew Meadow was in danger.”
“No.”
I stepped toward him.
“Then why did you tell her nobody would believe her?”
His face crumpled.
For the first time, he looked like the man I had married.
Not the town’s perfect father.
Not the man who had betrayed me.
Just Dennis.
A frightened man standing in a dark kitchen.
“I was trying to scare her,” he whispered.
“Why?”
“Because I needed her to stop talking.”
“About what?”
He looked toward the hallway.
Then he said the words that made my blood run cold.
“Your sister didn’t bring me into this.”
I stared at him.
“She brought them.”
Serena began crying again.
“Dennis…”
He looked at her.
“You have to tell her.”
Serena shook her head.
“No.”
“You have to.”
“No.”
The officer stepped between them.
“Tell us what?”
Dennis looked at me.
Then at the officer.
And finally toward the broken back door.
“The man in the jacket wasn’t here to hurt Meadow.”
I felt my heart stop.
“Then why was he here?”
Dennis swallowed.
“He was looking for something.”
“What?”
Dennis’s eyes met mine.
“The thing your father hid before he died.”
I stared at him.
“What thing?”
He whispered:
“A ledger.”
Then my phone rang.
Everyone froze.
I looked at the screen.
The number was unknown.
I answered.
For three seconds, there was only static.
Then a man’s voice whispered:
“Victoria…”
I knew the voice.
I hadn’t heard it in eleven years.
But I knew it.
My father’s voice.
“Don’t trust Dennis.”
The call ended.
And from upstairs came a child’s voice.
“Mom?”