Then Stephen turned the page over.
There was another note.
If they alter the family data, the conclusions become useless. Why are they doing this?
And beneath that:
Ask Dr. Mercer about Anna.
I stopped breathing.
Daniel read it twice.
“Anna.”
Stephen looked at me.
“This isn’t about your father.”
I stared at my own name written in Claire’s hand twenty-seven years ago.
“No,” I whispered.
“It looks like it was about me.”
-END OF Chapter 3–
Part 4 of 5
Mysteries become frightening when imagination fills the empty spaces.
Reality, we discovered, was quieter.
And in some ways, sadder.
Stephen took photographs of the documents but refused to remove the originals from Evelyn’s house.
“We don’t know what these are yet,” he said. “Context matters.”
That sentence became our rule.
Context matters.
For several days, we researched without contacting Harlow.
Stephen used public records.
I searched old newspapers.
Daniel found retired employees through his mother’s address books.
