The handle turned again.
\nElena moved first.
\nShe stepped between Samuel\u2019s bed and the door while I shoved my phone into my pocket.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t open it,\u201d Samuel whispered.
\nNobody touched the door.
\nThen came three soft knocks.
\n\u201cMr. Wright?\u201d
\nA woman\u2019s voice.
\n\u201cHospital security.\u201d
\nElena didn\u2019t move.
\n\u201cIdentification, please.\u201d
\nThere was a pause.
\nThen the woman answered, \u201cMs. Rostova, we\u2019ve received a report concerning a threat made against Samuel Wright. I need to speak with you.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cHow do you know Elena\u2019s name?\u201d I called.
\nSilence.
\nThe handle stopped moving.
\nThen footsteps retreated down the corridor.
\nElena immediately pressed the nurse-call button.
\n\u201cSecurity. Now.\u201d
\nWithin seconds, the charge nurse answered.
\nElena explained what had happened.
\nThe nurse sounded confused.
\n\u201cWe didn\u2019t send anyone to your room.\u201d
\nMy blood went cold.
\n\u201cLock the door.\u201d
\nSamuel struggled to lift himself.
\n\u201cCaleb, whoever sent that photograph knows you\u2019re here.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cNo. You don\u2019t understand.\u201d
\nHis eyes were fixed on the door.
\n\u201cThey know which room.\u201d
\nTwo actual hospital security officers arrived less than two minutes later.
\nOne stayed with us.
\nThe other checked the hallway cameras.
\nTen minutes later, he returned.
\n\u201cA woman approached this room wearing what appeared to be hospital credentials.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re trying to identify her.\u201d
\n\u201cDid she leave?\u201d
\n\u201cShe entered a stairwell.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cThe camera on the next floor never recorded her coming out.\u201d
\nElena frowned.
\n\u201cSo she\u2019s still inside?\u201d
\n\u201cPossibly.\u201d
\nThe officer\u2019s radio crackled.
\nThen his expression changed.
\n\u201cExcuse me.\u201d
\nHe stepped into the hallway.
\nI looked at Samuel.
\n\u201cYou\u2019re getting moved.\u201d
\n\u201cCaleb\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not arguing.\u201d
\nSamuel was too weak to fight me.
\nElena agreed.
\nThe hospital transferred him to another room under a confidential patient designation.
\nOnly Elena and I were given the new room number.
\nEven Rachel wasn\u2019t told.
\nEspecially Rachel.
\nWhile nurses prepared Samuel for transfer, I looked again at the photograph of Laura and Robert Mercer.
\nLaura didn\u2019t appear restrained.
\nShe wasn\u2019t tied up.
\nThere was no visible weapon.
\nBut she wasn\u2019t smiling either.
\nHer face looked pale.
\nTerrified.
\nBehind them was part of a building.
\nBrick wall.
\nGreen door.
\nA small brass plaque.
\nI enlarged the image.
\nMost of the lettering blurred.
\nBut one word was visible.
\nHALE.
\n\u201cElena.\u201d
\nShe looked over.
\nI showed her.
\n\u201cCould that be one of Rebecca\u2019s properties?\u201d
\n\u201cPossibly.\u201d
\n\u201cCan you identify it?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019ll have my investigator check.\u201d
\nSamuel heard us.
\n\u201cThere was an old Hale property outside Nederland.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat kind?\u201d
\n\u201cA mountain house.\u201d
\n\u201cDid Rebecca live there?\u201d
\n\u201cWhen she was young.\u201d
\n\u201cAddress?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d
\nElena immediately began typing.
\nI called Laura.<\/p>\n
Straight to voicemail.
\nAgain.
\nVoicemail.
\nI texted:
\nLAURA, IT\u2019S CALEB. PLEASE CALL ME. I KNOW ABOUT ANNA.
\nI stared at the screen.
\nDelivered.
\nNo response.
\nThen something occurred to me.
\n\u201cHow old does Laura think she is?\u201d
\n\u201cForty-five,\u201d Elena said.
\n\u201cBut she\u2019s thirty-four.\u201d
\n\u201cThirty-five in December,\u201d Samuel corrected weakly.
\nHer entire life had been moved backward by ten years.
\n\u201cWhy make her older?\u201d
\nElena thought for a moment.
\n\u201cTo make it harder to connect her to Rebecca\u2019s delivery.\u201d
\nExactly.
\nNobody looking for a baby born December 14, 1991 would investigate a woman supposedly born in 1981.
\nWhoever created Laura Bennett had buried Anna Hale beneath an entire decade.
\nMy phone rang.
\nRachel.
\nI declined it.
\nShe called again.
\nI declined that too.
\nThen a message arrived.
\nRACHEL: Laura called me.
\nI immediately called Rachel back.
\nShe answered before the first ring finished.
\n\u201cWhere is she?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou said she called.\u201d
\n\u201cShe did.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cTwo minutes ago.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d
\n\u201cShe asked whether you knew.\u201d
\n\u201cKnew what?\u201d
\n\u201cThat she might be your sister.\u201d
\n\u201cMight?\u201d
\n\u201cCaleb, Margaret told her yesterday. Laura doesn\u2019t know what to believe.\u201d
\n\u201cDid she mention Mercer?\u201d
\nRachel went silent.
\n\u201cRachel.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did she say?\u201d
\n\u201cShe called him Uncle Robert.\u201d
\nSamuel heard it.
\nHis eyes widened.
\n\u201cUncle?\u201d
\nI put Rachel on speaker.
\n\u201cExplain.\u201d
\n\u201cLaura says Robert Mercer has been part of her life since childhood.\u201d
\nElena stared at the phone.
\n\u201cHe supposedly died twenty years ago.\u201d
\n\u201cWell, apparently he didn\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere is Laura now?\u201d
\n\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t tell me.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Mercer told her Samuel is dangerous.\u201d
\nI looked at my father.
\nSamuel shut his eyes.
\nOf course.
\nThe same pattern.
\nRebecca had been called unstable.
\nSamuel had been painted as dangerous.
\nAnyone threatening the secret became the villain.
\n\u201cWhat exactly did Mercer tell Laura?\u201d
\n\u201cThat Samuel kidnapped you as a baby.\u201d
\nSamuel\u2019s eyes opened.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nRachel continued.
\n\u201cHe told Laura that Rebecca surrendered you because Samuel was violent.\u201d
\n\u201cThat\u2019s a lie.\u201d
\nSamuel\u2019s voice was weak but furious.
\nRachel heard him.
\n\u201cHe\u2019s there?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou put me on speaker with him?\u201d
\n\u201cRachel, focus.\u201d
\n\u201cCaleb, this is exactly what I was afraid of.\u201d
\n\u201cNo. What you were afraid of was me learning the truth.\u201d
\n\u201cI was afraid because I didn\u2019t know which truth was real!\u201d
\nThat silenced me.
\nRachel began crying.
\n\u201cWhen I found Margaret, she told me one version. Then I found Rebecca\u2019s estate letters and they said something different. Samuel\u2019s records said something else. Mercer contacted me after I started asking questions.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cMercer contacted you?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cEight months ago.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019ve been talking to him for eight months?\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know who he really was at first.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat name did he use?\u201d
\n\u201cRobert Bennett.\u201d
\nElena started writing.
\n\u201cDid you meet him?\u201d
\n\u201cTwice.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cOnce at Margaret\u2019s nursing home. Once at a restaurant.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you never told me?\u201d
\n\u201cHe showed me documents saying Samuel wasn\u2019t your father.\u201d
\n\u201cBut DNA proves he is.\u201d
\n\u201cI know that now!\u201d
\nRachel\u2019s voice broke.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s why I panicked when I saw the red folder. Everything I had been told started falling apart.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why burn it?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause one page had my signature on it.\u201d
\nMy chest tightened.
\n\u201cWhat did you sign?\u201d
\nRachel went silent.
\n\u201cWhat did you sign, Rachel?\u201d
\n\u201cA confidentiality agreement.\u201d
\n\u201cWith Mercer?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cHe told me if I exposed Laura\u2019s identity before they verified everything, Laura could lose an inheritance.\u201d
\n\u201cWhose inheritance?\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret\u2019s.\u201d
\nI looked at Elena.
\nShe shook her head slightly.
\nSomething didn\u2019t fit.
\n\u201cHow much?\u201d
\n\u201cAbout six million.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you believed him?\u201d
\n\u201cAt first.\u201d
\n\u201cAt first?\u201d
\n\u201cThen I discovered Rebecca\u2019s estate.\u201d
\nThe eighteen million dollars.
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cRebecca\u2019s will contained a clause.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat clause?\u201d
\n\u201cIf her missing daughter was ever found alive, the estate was supposed to be divided equally between both children.\u201d
\nMe and Anna.
\nNine million each.
\n\u201cSo hiding Laura\u2019s identity would actually keep me as sole beneficiary.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why hide Rebecca from me?\u201d
\nRachel started crying harder.
\n\u201cBecause Mercer told me something else.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cHe said if you learned about Rebecca, you would eventually discover what happened to Anna.\u201d
\n\u201cThat was the point.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, Caleb.\u201d
\nRachel lowered her voice.
\n\u201cHe said if Laura was identified as Anna, there would be a criminal investigation.\u201d
\n\u201cThere should be.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd my grandmother would go to prison.\u201d
\nThere it was.
\nFamily loyalty.
\nShe had protected Margaret.
\n\u201cYou chose your grandmother over me.\u201d
\n\u201cI barely knew what to believe!\u201d
\n\u201cYou intercepted my mail.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou pretended to be me.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou kept my biological mother\u2019s death from me.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd then you tried destroying evidence.\u201d
\nRachel sobbed.
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\nI felt strangely calm.
\nMaybe because the betrayal had become too large for anger.
\n\u201cWe\u2019ll deal with our marriage later.\u201d
\n\u201cCaleb\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cRight now, tell me everything about Mercer.\u201d
\nShe inhaled shakily.
\n\u201cHe doesn\u2019t live under that name anymore.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat name?\u201d
\n\u201cRobert Bennett.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cYou met him twice.\u201d
\n\u201cHe always chose the location.\u201d
\n\u201cPhone number?\u201d
\n\u201cBlocked.\u201d
\n\u201cEmail?\u201d
\nRachel hesitated.
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cSend it to Elena.\u201d
\n\u201cI will.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Rachel?\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cIf you delete one thing before sending it, we\u2019re done.\u201d
\nAnother silence.
\nThen she whispered, \u201cI understand.\u201d
\nI ended the call.
\nSamuel stared at me.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d
\n\u201cFor what?\u201d
\n\u201cRachel.\u201d
\nI looked at him.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cShe wouldn\u2019t be involved in any of this if\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cDad, she made her own choices.\u201d
\nHe nodded slowly.
\nThen his face tightened with pain.
\nI moved closer.
\n\u201cYou okay?\u201d
\n\u201cJust tired.\u201d
\nA nurse entered and checked his monitors.
\nShe told us he needed rest.
\nI wanted answers, but I wanted my father alive more.
\n\u201cWe\u2019re leaving,\u201d I said.
\nSamuel grabbed my hand.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\n\u201cSt. Catherine\u2019s.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret knows where Laura is.\u201d
\n\u201cCaleb, wait for the police.\u201d
\n\u201cThe police can meet us there.\u201d
\nElena nodded.
\n\u201cI\u2019ll contact them.\u201d
\nSamuel still wouldn\u2019t release my hand.
\n\u201cThere\u2019s something I haven\u2019t told you.\u201d
\nI looked down.
\n\u201cWhat now?\u201d
\n\u201cWhen Rebecca came to the house in 1994, she said one thing about Anna that I dismissed.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cShe said Charles didn\u2019t choose the family who received her.\u201d
\n\u201cThen who did?\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret.\u201d
\nRachel\u2019s grandmother.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cRebecca believed Margaret had been planning it before you were even born.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cPlanning what?\u201d
\nSamuel\u2019s eyes met mine.
\n\u201cTaking one of the twins.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cWhy would she want Anna?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cBut Rebecca thought she did?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI remembered the payment.
\n$250,000.
\nPlacement completed.
\nMaybe Margaret hadn\u2019t simply been paid to arrange the transaction.
\nMaybe the money had been payment for something else.
\n\u201cRest,\u201d I told Samuel.
\n\u201cCaleb.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019ll be careful.\u201d
\n\u201cPromise me.\u201d
\n\u201cI promise.\u201d
\nElena and I left under security escort.
\nForty minutes later, we reached St. Catherine\u2019s Assisted Living.
\nTwo police officers met us outside.
\nThe administrator looked nervous when we asked for Margaret Bennett.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d she said. \u201cThere must be some confusion.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat confusion?\u201d
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t have a Margaret Bennett residing here.\u201d
\nI showed her Rachel\u2019s photograph.
\n\u201cThis woman.\u201d
\nThe administrator stared at it.
\nRecognition crossed her face.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s Margaret.\u201d
\n\u201cSo she does live here.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMy patience disappeared.
\n\u201cYou just recognized her.\u201d
\n\u201cI recognize the resident, but her name isn\u2019t Margaret Bennett.\u201d
\nElena stepped forward.
\n\u201cWhat name does she use?\u201d
\nThe administrator checked her computer.
\n\u201cMargaret Mercer.\u201d
\nI looked at Elena.
\nMercer.
\n\u201cRoom 317?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cIs she there?\u201d
\nThe administrator called the nurses\u2019 station.
\nHer expression changed.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nShe hung up.
\n\u201cMs. Mercer checked out this afternoon.\u201d
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cWith whom?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019ll check.\u201d
\nShe typed.
\nThen stopped.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s strange.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe checkout authorization was signed by her husband.\u201d
\n\u201cHusband?\u201d
\nSamuel had told me Margaret\u2019s husband died decades ago.
\n\u201cWhat name?\u201d
\nThe administrator turned the monitor slightly.
\nAUTHORIZED PARTY:
\nROBERT MERCER.
\nElena and I looked at each other.
\nHe hadn\u2019t simply survived.
\nMargaret and Robert were married.
\n\u201cWhen did they leave?\u201d
\n\u201cApproximately forty-five minutes ago.\u201d
\n\u201cDo you have cameras?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nPolice requested the footage.
\nMinutes later, we were watching Margaret being wheeled through the lobby.
\nRobert Mercer pushed the chair.
\nHe was unmistakably the man in the photograph with Laura.
\nBut there was someone else walking beside them.
\nA woman wearing dark glasses.
\nI leaned closer.
\n\u201cCan you zoom?\u201d
\nThe administrator enlarged the image.
\nThe woman\u2019s face became clearer.
\nElena whispered, \u201cDo you know her?\u201d
\nI did.
\nBut it made absolutely no sense.
\nI had seen her hundreds of times in old photographs.
\nOn my father\u2019s mantel.
\nIn my childhood albums.
\nIn the framed portrait that had hidden the red folder.
\nI couldn\u2019t breathe.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nThe woman removed her glasses for barely two seconds while signing something at reception.
\nThat was enough.
\nSame eyes.
\nSame jaw.
\nSame small scar above the right eyebrow.
\nOlder now.
\nBut unmistakable.
\nMy mother.
\nDiane Wright.
\nThe woman I had buried seventeen years ago.
\nThe administrator looked at me.
\n\u201cSir, are you all right?\u201d
\nI pointed at the screen.
\n\u201cWho is that woman?\u201d
\nShe checked the visitor log.
\nHer finger moved across the page.
\nThen stopped.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s registered as Diana Mercer.\u201d
\nI stared at the security footage.
\nMy mother was alive.
\nAnd forty-five minutes earlier, she had walked out of the building beside the two people connected to the disappearance of my twin sister.
\nMy phone buzzed.
\nLaura.
\nOnly three words appeared.
\nLAURA: Caleb, she\u2019s alive.
\nThen another message.
\nLAURA: Diane isn\u2019t your mother.
\nAnd before I could respond, a third arrived.
\nLAURA: She\u2019s ours.<\/p>\n
I read Laura\u2019s message three times.
\nDiane isn\u2019t your mother.
\nShe\u2019s ours.
\nMy fingers went numb around the phone.
\nElena was still staring at the security footage.
\n\u201cCaleb?\u201d
\nI handed her the phone.
\nShe read Laura\u2019s messages.
\nThen she looked back at the woman on the screen.
\n\u201cCall Laura.\u201d
\nI did.
\nStraight to voicemail.
\nAgain.
\nVoicemail.
\nI typed:
\nME: WHAT DO YOU MEAN \u201cOURS\u201d?
\nDelivered.
\nNo response.
\n\u201cGet the visitor records,\u201d Elena told one of the officers.
\nThe administrator pulled up everything associated with \u201cDiana Mercer.\u201d
\nShe had visited Margaret six times during the previous three months.
\nEvery visit lasted between forty minutes and two hours.
\nBut the seventh entry was different.
\nYesterday.
\nDiana Mercer had arrived at 9:12 a.m.
\nLaura Bennett arrived at 9:47.
\nRobert Mercer arrived at 10:03.
\nRachel arrived at 10:31.
\nAll four had been inside St. Catherine\u2019s on the same morning.
\nI stared at the screen.
\nRachel had lied again.
\nShe told me Laura called her yesterday after Margaret revealed the adoption.
\nShe hadn\u2019t mentioned being there herself.
\n\u201cPrint everything,\u201d the officer said.
\nThe administrator nodded.
\nI called Rachel.
\nNo answer.
\nAgain.
\nNothing.
\nThen my phone buzzed.
\nLAURA: Don\u2019t call Rachel.
\nMy heart accelerated.
\nME: WHERE ARE YOU?
\nThe typing bubble appeared.
\nDisappeared.
\nAppeared again.
\nFinally:
\nLAURA: Somewhere safe.
\nME: WHAT DID YOU MEAN ABOUT DIANE?
\nThis time Laura answered immediately.
\nLAURA: I found Rebecca\u2019s photographs.
\nME: WHAT PHOTOGRAPHS?
\nLAURA: Pregnancy photos.
\nAnother message.
\nLAURA: Diane is in them.
\nThen a photograph appeared.
\nI opened it.
\nThree young women stood beside a lake.
\nOne was Rebecca.
\nI recognized her from the photograph in Samuel\u2019s envelope.
\nThe second woman was Margaret.
\nMuch younger, but unmistakable.
\nAnd the third was Diane.
\nMy mother.
\nRebecca was visibly pregnant.
\nDiane had one arm around her shoulders.
\nThey weren\u2019t strangers.
\nThey knew each other.
\nI enlarged the photograph.
\nOn the back, someone had written:
\nTHE THREE OF US \u2014 AUGUST 1991.
\nMy chest tightened.
\nSamuel had told me Diane helped him find Rebecca after I was born.
\nHe had never said Diane already knew her.
\nMaybe Samuel hadn\u2019t known.
\nLaura sent another.
\nThis one showed Rebecca and Diane alone.
\nRebecca\u2019s hands rested over her pregnant stomach.
\nDiane was laughing.
\nOn the back:
\nDIANE SAYS SHE CAN ALREADY TELL THERE ARE TWO.
\nTwo.
\nShe knew about the twins before we were born.
\n\u201cOh, God,\u201d Elena whispered.
\nMy phone rang.
\nLaura.
\nI answered instantly.
\n\u201cLaura?\u201d
\n\u201cDon\u2019t say my name.\u201d
\nHer voice was barely above a whisper.
\n\u201cWhere are you?\u201d
\n\u201cI can\u2019t tell you.\u201d
\n\u201cAre you safe?\u201d
\n\u201cFor now.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does your message mean? You said Diane is ours.\u201d
\nLaura began crying.
\n\u201cI thought Margaret was losing her mind yesterday.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat did she tell you?\u201d
\n\u201cThat my entire life was manufactured.\u201d
\n\u201cI know about Anna.\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cYou know?\u201d
\n\u201cI know you\u2019re probably my twin sister.\u201d
\nLaura inhaled sharply.
\n\u201cCaleb, it isn\u2019t probably.\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\n\u201cYou did a DNA test?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201cThree months ago.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cRachel arranged it.\u201d
\nAnother lie from my wife.
\n\u201cWhat did it show?\u201d
\n\u201cWe\u2019re full siblings.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nFull siblings.
\nNot cousins.
\nNot some bizarre coincidence.
\nTwins.
\nMy sister was alive.
\n\u201cLaura\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cMy name isn\u2019t Laura.\u201d
\nHer voice broke.
\n\u201cIt never was.\u201d
\nI couldn\u2019t find words.
\n\u201cAnna.\u201d
\nShe started sobbing.
\nSomething inside me broke too.
\n\u201cAnna.\u201d
\nNeither of us spoke for several seconds.
\nThirty-five years disappeared in one word.
\nThen I remembered her message.
\n\u201cTell me about Diane.\u201d
\nAnna became quiet.
\n\u201cMargaret says Rebecca wasn\u2019t our biological mother.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cRebecca carried us, but the eggs weren\u2019t hers.\u201d
\nI looked at Elena.
\n\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m saying Rebecca was a surrogate.\u201d
\n\u201cThat doesn\u2019t make sense. This was 1991.\u201d
\n\u201cSurrogacy existed, Caleb.\u201d
\n\u201cFor whom?\u201d
\nAnna\u2019s next words were almost inaudible.
\n\u201cFor Diane.\u201d
\nMy legs weakened.
\nI sat down.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret says Diane couldn\u2019t carry a pregnancy.\u201d
\nSamuel had told me my mother could never have children.
\nThat was why adopting me had seemed natural.
\nBut this changed everything.
\n\u201cSo Diane was our biological mother?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Samuel?\u201d
\n\u201cBiological father.\u201d
\nThe room disappeared around me.
\nSamuel and Diane.
\nThe two people who had raised me.
\nThey were both my biological parents.
\nRebecca had carried us.
\nThen why had Rebecca been listed as my biological mother?
\nWhy had Samuel needed an adoption?
\nWhy had Diane adopted me?
\nNone of it made sense.
\n\u201cWhere did the embryos come from?\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret says there was a private fertility arrangement.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy Rebecca?\u201d
\n\u201cShe needed money.\u201d
\nMy stomach turned.
\n\u201cAnd Charles?\u201d
\n\u201cCharles found out after she was pregnant.\u201d
\nRebecca\u2019s father.
\n\u201cHe wanted control.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause the agreement wasn\u2019t legal the way it had been handled.\u201d
\nI looked at Elena.
\nShe was listening carefully.
\nAnna continued.
\n\u201cRebecca changed her mind.\u201d
\n\u201cAbout what?\u201d
\n\u201cGiving us to Samuel and Diane.\u201d
\nMy heart sank.
\n\u201cShe wanted to keep us?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nNow the entire tragedy looked different.
\nRebecca hadn\u2019t merely been a biological mother surrendering her children.
\nShe had carried two babies for nine months and decided she couldn\u2019t walk away.
\n\u201cCharles supported her?\u201d
\nAnna laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cNo. Charles saw an opportunity.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat opportunity?\u201d
\n\u201cTo sell one baby and use the other to control everyone involved.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cAnna, where did you learn this?\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy should we believe her?\u201d
\n\u201cWe shouldn\u2019t.\u201d
\nThat answer surprised me.
\n\u201cShe admits she lied. She admits she took money. She admits she helped falsify documents.\u201d
\n\u201cThen why trust anything?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause she gave me something.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cA cassette tape.\u201d
\nMy heart began pounding.
\n\u201cOf whom?\u201d
\n\u201cRebecca.\u201d
\n\u201cWhen?\u201d
\n\u201c1994.\u201d
\nThe year Rebecca came to Samuel\u2019s house.
\n\u201cWhat does she say?\u201d
\nAnna hesitated.
\n\u201cYou need to hear it yourself.\u201d
\n\u201cSend it.\u201d
\n\u201cI can\u2019t. It\u2019s an original cassette.\u201d
\n\u201cThen bring it to me.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m trying.\u201d
\nA sound came through the phone.
\nA door closing.
\nAnna stopped speaking.
\n\u201cAnna?\u201d
\n\u201cQuiet.\u201d
\nI stood.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\n\u201cSomeone\u2019s here.\u201d
\n\u201cWhere are you?\u201d
\nNo answer.
\n\u201cAnna, tell me where you are.\u201d
\nI heard footsteps through the phone.
\nThen a man\u2019s voice in the distance.
\n\u201cLaura?\u201d
\nRobert Mercer.
\nI recognized the voice from the short security recording the administrator had played.
\nAnna whispered, \u201cHe found me.\u201d
\n\u201cCall the police.\u201d
\n\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause I don\u2019t know which officers he knows.\u201d
\n\u201cAnna, listen to me\u2014\u201d
\nThe line went dead.
\n\u201cDamn it!\u201d
\nI immediately called back.
\nVoicemail.
\nAgain.
\nVoicemail.
\nI turned to the officers.
\n\u201cMy sister may be in danger.\u201d
\nOne officer was already radioing dispatch.
\n\u201cCan you locate her phone?\u201d
\n\u201cNot without emergency authorization, but we can move quickly if there\u2019s an imminent threat.\u201d
\n\u201cThere is.\u201d
\nI showed him the threatening messages from the unknown number.
\nHe photographed the screen.
\nElena looked at me.
\n\u201cWe also need to tell Samuel.\u201d
\nI called the hospital.
\nThe nurse transferred me to his new room.
\n\u201cDad.\u201d
\n\u201cCaleb?\u201d
\nHis voice sounded exhausted.
\n\u201cDid you find Margaret?\u201d
\n\u201cShe left.\u201d
\n\u201cWith Mercer.\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cDad, I need to ask you something.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cDid you and Diane use Rebecca as a surrogate?\u201d
\nNothing.
\n\u201cDad?\u201d
\n\u201cWho told you that?\u201d
\n\u201cAnna.\u201d
\nAnother silence.
\n\u201cYou found her?\u201d
\n\u201cLaura is Anna. DNA confirmed it.\u201d
\nI heard Samuel begin crying.
\n\u201cMy God.\u201d
\n\u201cShe says Diane was our biological mother.\u201d
\nSamuel didn\u2019t respond.
\n\u201cDad, is that true?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cHow can you not know?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause Diane told me the embryos failed.\u201d
\nI froze.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cWe tried.\u201d
\nHis voice trembled.
\n\u201cOnce.\u201d
\n\u201cWith Rebecca?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou knew her?\u201d
\n\u201cI knew Rebecca had agreed to carry a child for us, but the clinic told us the transfer failed.\u201d
\n\u201cWho told you?\u201d
\n\u201cRobert Mercer handled the paperwork.\u201d
\nOf course.
\n\u201cAnd Diane?\u201d
\n\u201cShe told me Rebecca had disappeared afterward.\u201d
\n\u201cBut she hadn\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDad, Rebecca became pregnant.\u201d
\nSamuel began breathing harder.
\n\u201cI never knew.\u201d
\n\u201cThen when Rebecca told you years later that I was yours\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI thought we\u2019d had an affair.\u201d
\nThat stopped me.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nSamuel sounded ashamed.
\n\u201cAfter the failed surrogacy, Rebecca and I met once. We were both upset. Diane and I had temporarily separated.\u201d
\n\u201cYou slept with Rebecca?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cSo when she later said I was yours\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cI believed you had been conceived naturally.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Diane still agreed to raise me?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nMy head hurt.
\n\u201cBut if the embryo transfer actually worked, you and Diane were my biological parents all along.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Anna too.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nI pressed my fingers against my forehead.
\n\u201cDid Diane know?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\nBut I thought she did.
\nThose pregnancy photographs proved she had remained in contact with Rebecca.
\n\u201cDad, Diane is alive.\u201d
\nSilence.
\nComplete silence.
\nThen Samuel whispered, \u201cDon\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cI saw her.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cSecurity footage.\u201d
\n\u201cCaleb.\u201d
\n\u201cShe left St. Catherine\u2019s with Margaret and Mercer less than an hour ago.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nHis voice cracked.
\n\u201cI buried her.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cI saw her body.\u201d
\nThat made me freeze.
\n\u201cYou saw the body?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAt the funeral home?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cWas there an autopsy?\u201d
\n\u201cNo. She supposedly died from an aneurysm.\u201d
\nAn aneurysm.
\nExactly what Samuel had nearly died from today.
\nA coincidence maybe.
\nBut after everything else, I trusted coincidences about as much as I trusted Rachel.
\n\u201cWho identified Diane?\u201d
\n\u201cI did.\u201d
\n\u201cAnyone else?\u201d
\n\u201cRachel\u2019s grandmother.\u201d
\nMy skin went cold.
\n\u201cMargaret?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nOf course.
\n\u201cDad, think carefully. Was there anything unusual about the funeral?\u201d
\nSamuel was silent for several seconds.
\n\u201cShe insisted on a closed casket.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\n\u201cMargaret.\u201d
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\n\u201cShe said Diane had deteriorated after death.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you see her before the casket was closed?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you\u2019re certain it was Diane?\u201d
\nSamuel hesitated.
\nThat hesitation was everything.
\n\u201cDad?\u201d
\n\u201cShe looked different.\u201d
\n\u201cHow?\u201d
\n\u201cSwollen.\u201d
\n\u201cCould it have been someone else?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cDid you touch her?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDid anyone perform DNA identification?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nElena was already writing notes.
\n\u201cWe need the death certificate,\u201d she whispered.
\nI asked Samuel, \u201cWho signed Diane\u2019s death certificate?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t remember.\u201d
\n\u201cThink.\u201d
\n\u201cI can\u2019t.\u201d
\n\u201cDad.\u201d
\n\u201cWait.\u201d
\nI heard him moving.
\nThen he went silent.
\n\u201cOh, God.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cI remember.\u201d
\n\u201cWho?\u201d
\nSamuel\u2019s voice became almost inaudible.
\n\u201cThe attending physician was Dr. Jonathan Hale.\u201d
\nHale.
\nMy stomach dropped.
\n\u201cRelated to Charles?\u201d
\n\u201cHis younger brother.\u201d
\nEvery road led back to the Hale family.
\nI ended the call after making Samuel promise to tell security nobody except Elena or me could enter.
\nThen Elena requested public vital records through her office.
\nWhile we waited, I kept calling Anna.
\nNothing.
\nTen minutes later, Elena received the death certificate electronically from her investigator.
\nShe opened it.
\nDIANE MARIE WRIGHT.
\nDate of death: May 4, 2009.
\nCause: ruptured cerebral aneurysm.
\nAttending physician: Jonathan Hale, M.D.
\nBut another line caught Elena\u2019s attention.
\n\u201cCaleb.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cPlace of death.\u201d
\nI looked.
\nPRIVATE RESIDENCE.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s wrong.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d
\n\u201cMy mother died in a hospital.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re sure?\u201d
\n\u201cI drove there.\u201d
\n\u201cWhich hospital?\u201d
\n\u201cSt. Vincent\u2019s.\u201d
\nElena searched.
\n\u201cThere was no St. Vincent\u2019s Hospital in Boulder in 2009.\u201d
\nI stared at her.
\n\u201cNo. I remember the sign.\u201d
\n\u201cCould it have been a private clinic?\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\nI had been eighteen.
\nTerrified.
\nSamuel had called me at college.
\nI drove through the night.
\nBy the time I arrived, Diane was supposedly already dead.
\nI had been taken to a small medical facility.
\nNot an emergency department.
\nNot a major hospital.
\nA private building.
\nI had never questioned it.
\n\u201cJonathan Hale owned a private surgical center,\u201d Elena said.
\n\u201cWhere?\u201d
\nShe turned the laptop toward me.
\nThe address appeared.
\nI knew it.
\nNot because I had visited recently.
\nBecause the brick building in the photograph of Anna and Mercer had the same address.
\nThe building with the brass HALE plaque.
\nMy phone suddenly rang.
\nAnna.
\nI answered.
\n\u201cAnna!\u201d
\nNo response.
\nThen breathing.
\n\u201cAnna?\u201d
\nA man\u2019s voice came through.
\n\u201cCaleb Wright.\u201d
\nMercer.
\n\u201cWhere is my sister?\u201d
\n\u201cShe isn\u2019t your sister.\u201d
\n\u201cDNA says otherwise.\u201d
\n\u201cDNA says many things when people don\u2019t understand what they\u2019re testing.\u201d
\n\u201cPut her on.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cThen I\u2019m calling the police.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019ve already done that.\u201d
\nMy blood chilled.
\nHe knew.
\n\u201cWhat do you want?\u201d
\n\u201cFor this to stop.\u201d
\n\u201cToo late.\u201d
\n\u201cNo, Caleb. It isn\u2019t.\u201d
\nHis voice remained calm.
\n\u201cWalk away from Rebecca\u2019s estate. Stop speaking to Margaret. Convince Samuel to destroy whatever copies he has.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd Anna?\u201d
\n\u201cLaura goes home and continues her life.\u201d
\n\u201cHer life is a lie.\u201d
\n\u201cMost lives contain lies.\u201d
\n\u201cYou stole her.\u201d
\n\u201cI saved her.\u201d
\n\u201cFrom whom?\u201d
\nMercer paused.
\n\u201cFrom Diane.\u201d
\nThat answer surprised me.
\n\u201cWhat are you talking about?\u201d
\n\u201cYou think Diane Wright was a victim because Samuel loved her.\u201d
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t say that.\u201d
\n\u201cYou think Charles Hale orchestrated everything.\u201d
\n\u201cDidn\u2019t he?\u201d
\n\u201cCharles was greedy. Cruel. Controlling.\u201d
\nMercer lowered his voice.
\n\u201cBut he wasn\u2019t the person who decided the twins had to be separated.\u201d
\nMy mouth went dry.
\n\u201cWho did?\u201d
\n\u201cYou already know.\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\n\u201cDiane.\u201d
\nI stopped breathing.
\n\u201cWhy would their biological mother separate them?\u201d
\n\u201cBecause only one embryo was supposed to survive.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\nMercer laughed softly.
\n\u201cYou still think there were two embryos transferred.\u201d
\nI looked at Elena.
\n\u201cWhat are you saying?\u201d
\n\u201cOne embryo was Samuel and Diane\u2019s.\u201d
\nMy heart pounded.
\n\u201cAnd the other?\u201d
\nMercer became silent.
\n\u201cWhose was the other embryo?\u201d
\nBefore he could answer, I heard Anna screaming in the background.
\n\u201cDON\u2019T BELIEVE HIM, CALEB!\u201d
\nThen a crash.
\n\u201cANNA!\u201d
\nThe line went dead.
\nI immediately called back.
\nNothing.
\nElena grabbed my arm.
\n\u201cCaleb.\u201d
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nShe was staring at her laptop.
\nHer investigator had just sent another document.
\nA fertility-clinic laboratory record from 1991.
\nTwo embryos had indeed been transferred into Rebecca.
\nBut they weren\u2019t created from the same parents.
\nEmbryo A:
\nSamuel Wright.
\nDiane Parker.
\nEmbryo B:
\nSamuel Wright.
\nDonor identification restricted.
\nI stared at the screen.
\nAnna and I shared the same biological father.
\nBut according to the original fertility record, we had different biological mothers.
\nThe DNA test saying we were full siblings suddenly made no sense.
\nUnless the fertility record itself was another lie.
\nThen a new message arrived from Anna\u2019s number.
\nA photograph.
\nIt showed the old Hale clinic.
\nBeneath it was one sentence.
\nANNA: Basement. Hurry.
\nAnd in the corner of the photograph, reflected in a glass door, stood Diane.
\nAlive.
\nWatching whoever held Anna\u2019s phone.<\/p>\n
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