I was about to say something when I noticed that Helen still looked nervous.
It wasn’t just guilt on her face.
She looked afraid of something else.
“Helen,” I said. “That isn’t the whole story, is it?”
She looked at me.
Mark turned toward her too.
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“Mom.”
Helen slowly opened her purse and pulled out a brown envelope.
“I received this three weeks ago.”
Mark took the envelope.
His name was written across the front.
“Who sent it?”
Helen remained silent.
“Mom, who sent it?”
“Tyler.”
The envelope nearly slipped from Mark’s hand.
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“He… knows about me?”
“Yes.”
“And you’ve known for three weeks and said nothing to me?”
“I wanted to make sure…”
“Make sure of what?”
Helen began crying again.
“That he really was Tyler.”
Mark tore open the envelope.
Inside was a photograph.
The moment I saw it, I didn’t need a DNA test.
