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PART 2 \u2014 THE GIRL WHO STOLE MY NAME<\/strong><\/h1>\n

My heart slammed against my ribs.
\n\u201cA girl claiming to be me?\u201d
\n\u201cYes,\u201d Mr. Sanders said. \u201cAnd Diane, there\u2019s something worse.\u201d
\nI turned away from the ballroom doors.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cThe identification looks real.\u201d
\nFor the first time that night, fear crawled through me.
\nNot because I thought my father would win.
\nBut because I finally understood how far he was willing to go.
\n\u201cCan the notary stop the transfer?\u201d
\n\u201cFor now. I told him the property is tied to your mother\u2019s estate and that no document should be signed until I arrive.\u201d
\n\u201cThen go.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m already on my way.\u201d
\nI looked through the ballroom doors.
\nMy father was standing beneath the chandelier, laughing with three businessmen as if he didn\u2019t have a care in the world.
\nThat didn\u2019t make sense.
\n\u201cMr. Sanders?\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cMy father is here.\u201d
\nSilence.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m looking at him right now.\u201d
\nAnother silence followed, longer this time.
\nThen Mr. Sanders spoke very slowly.
\n\u201cThen whoever is at the notary office isn\u2019t Arthur.\u201d
\nA cold feeling moved through my stomach.
\nBefore I could respond, the call ended.
\nI stared at my phone.
\nSomeone had gone to that office pretending to be me.
\nAnd someone else was pretending to be my father.
\nThis wasn\u2019t just a forged signature anymore.
\nIt was organized.
\nPlanned.
\nPrepared.
\nAnd judging by how relaxed Arthur looked across the room, he believed everything was going perfectly.
\n\u201cDiane?\u201d
\nAunt Susan appeared beside me.
\nHer eyes followed mine toward my father.
\n\u201cWhat happened?\u201d
\nI told her.
\nHer face changed immediately.
\n\u201cWe should call the police.\u201d
\n\u201cWe will.\u201d
\n\u201cNow.\u201d
\n\u201cNot yet.\u201d
\nShe stared at me.
\n\u201cDiane, someone stole your identity.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd they\u2019re trying to steal your house.\u201d
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cSo why are we still standing here?\u201d
\nBecause I needed my father to expose himself.
\nThat was the part I couldn\u2019t explain in one sentence.
\nThe recording proved intention.
\nThe forged documents could prove fraud.
\nBut Arthur was clever.
\nHe would blame Carol.
\nCarol would blame someone else.
\nAnd Lily would pretend she knew nothing.
\nIf I confronted them too early, everyone would scatter.
\nI looked at Aunt Susan.
\n\u201cGive me five minutes.\u201d
\n\u201cDiane\u2014\u201d
\n\u201cPlease.\u201d
\nShe closed her eyes, frustrated.
\nThen nodded.
\n\u201cFive.\u201d
\nI walked into the ballroom.
\nNobody noticed me at first.
\nThe band was playing softly.
\nWaiters moved between tables carrying champagne.
\nA giant photograph of Lily stood beside the stage.
\nShe wore a white dress and held a bouquet while guests congratulated her as though she had just won a Nobel Prize instead of barely scraping through an entrance exam.
\nThen Lily saw me.<\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

Her smile vanished.
\nShe whispered something to Carol.
\nCarol turned.
\nThe champagne glass almost slipped from her hand.
\nMy father looked next.
\nFor several seconds, none of them moved.
\nThen Arthur\u2019s face hardened.
\nHe crossed the room toward me.
\n\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d
\nI smiled.
\n\u201cCongratulations.\u201d
\nHis eyes dropped to the envelope in my hands.
\n\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d
\n\u201cMy future.\u201d
\nHis jaw tightened.
\n\u201cGet out.\u201d
\nPeople nearby began looking toward us.
\nI raised my voice just enough.
\n\u201cBut Dad, isn\u2019t this a family celebration?\u201d
\nHis face reddened.
\n\u201cYou are not family after what you did.\u201d
\nLily approached us with Carol behind her.
\nLily folded her arms.
\n\u201cYou failed.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s what Dad told you?\u201d
\n\u201cYou told him yourself.\u201d
\n\u201cI did.\u201d
\nShe smiled smugly.
\n\u201cSo?\u201d
\n\u201cSo I lied.\u201d
\nThe smile disappeared.
\nI reached inside the envelope and pulled out one sheet.
\nMy examination score.
\n98.7th percentile.
\nI held it where Arthur could see it.
\nHis face changed so quickly that I almost laughed.
\nCarol whispered, \u201cNo.\u201d
\nLily grabbed the paper.
\nHer eyes scanned the number.
\nThen scanned it again.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s fake.\u201d
\n\u201cCall the testing office.\u201d
\nArthur seized my wrist.
\n\u201cOutside. Now.\u201d
\nI looked down at his hand.
\n\u201cTake your hand off me.\u201d
\n\u201cDiane.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re hurting me.\u201d
\nSeveral guests turned completely toward us.
\nArthur released me immediately.
\nThat was the thing about men like my father.
\nThey were cruelest when nobody important was watching.
\nI turned toward the room.
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry for interrupting Lily\u2019s celebration.\u201d
\n\u201cDiane,\u201d Arthur warned.
\n\u201cBut since my father just announced how proud he is of his daughter, I thought he might want to know that his other daughter scored in the 98.7th percentile.\u201d
\nWhispers spread across the ballroom.
\nArthur stepped toward me.
\n\u201cEnough.\u201d
\nI held up another document.
\n\u201cAnd since everyone is already here, maybe we can discuss my mother\u2019s house too.\u201d
\nCarol went pale.
\nArthur stopped moving.
\nLily looked between them.
\n\u201cWhat house?\u201d
\nInteresting.
\nApparently, Lily didn\u2019t know everything.
\n\u201cThe Pasadena house Mom left me.\u201d
\nCarol recovered first.
\n\u201cThis is inappropriate.\u201d
\n\u201cYou mean tonight?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cTrying to sell my property using someone pretending to be me seems inappropriate too.\u201d
\nThe room went silent.
\nArthur\u2019s face became almost gray.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know what you\u2019re talking about.\u201d
\nMy phone vibrated.
\nA message from Mr. Sanders.
\nI\u2019m at the notary office. Do not leave the party. Police have been contacted.<\/strong>
\nI slipped the phone back into my pocket.
\n\u201cReally, Dad?\u201d
\n\u201cI have no idea what nonsense Susan has been filling your head with.\u201d
\nAunt Susan walked into the ballroom.
\nArthur saw her.
\nFor the first time, he looked genuinely nervous.
\nSusan said nothing.
\nShe simply stood beside the door.
\nCarol grabbed my arm softly.
\n\u201cDiane, sweetheart, let\u2019s talk privately.\u201d
\nSweetheart.
\nI almost admired her courage.
\nTwo weeks earlier, she had called me an obstacle.
\nNow I was sweetheart.
\n\u201cI\u2019d rather talk here.\u201d
\n\u201cThis is Lily\u2019s night.\u201d
\n\u201cThen maybe you shouldn\u2019t have tried to steal my house tonight.\u201d
\nLily turned sharply toward Carol.
\n\u201cWhat is she talking about?\u201d
\n\u201cNothing.\u201d
\n\u201cMom?\u201d
\n\u201cStay out of this.\u201d
\nMy father pointed toward the exit.
\n\u201cDiane, leave before I have security remove you.\u201d
\nI looked toward the banquet hall guards.
\nThen back at him.
\n\u201cGo ahead.\u201d
\nHe hesitated.
\n\u201cHave security drag the legal owner of the Pasadena property out while police are driving to the notary office where your fake Diane is waiting.\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s expression froze.
\nThat was when I knew.
\nHe knew exactly who was at that office.
\nBefore anyone could speak, my phone rang.
\nMr. Sanders.
\nI answered and put it on speaker.
\n\u201cDiane?\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m here.\u201d
\n\u201cI have the woman.\u201d
\nEvery person near us became silent.
\nMy father\u2019s eyes widened.
\nMr. Sanders continued.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s twenty-two years old. Her name is Vanessa Cole.\u201d
\nCarol suddenly gripped the back of a chair.
\nI watched her.
\nShe knew that name.
\n\u201cWho is Vanessa?\u201d I asked.
\nThere was rustling on the phone.
\nThen a frightened female voice came through.
\n\u201cI was paid.\u201d
\nMy father shouted, \u201cTurn that off!\u201d
\nI didn\u2019t.
\nVanessa continued.
\n\u201cI was told I only had to sign some documents.\u201d
\n\u201cWho paid you?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know his real name.\u201d
\nArthur stepped toward my phone.
\nTwo guests moved between us.
\nNot because they cared about me.
\nBecause now everyone wanted to hear.
\nVanessa started crying.
\n\u201cThey gave me an ID. They gave me clothes. They told me to memorize your birthday.\u201d
\nMy skin went cold.
\n\u201cWho gave you my information?\u201d
\n\u201cI met a woman.\u201d
\nCarol whispered, \u201cNo.\u201d
\nI looked at her.
\n\u201cWhat woman?\u201d
\nVanessa answered.
\n\u201cHer name was Carol.\u201d
\nEvery head in the ballroom turned.
\nCarol shook her head immediately.
\n\u201cShe\u2019s lying!\u201d
\n\u201cMrs. Reynolds?\u201d Vanessa asked through the phone.
\nCarol lunged toward me.
\nAunt Susan stepped between us.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t touch her.\u201d
\nArthur shouted, \u201cThis is absurd!\u201d
\nThen Mr. Sanders returned to the call.
\n\u201cDiane, the police are speaking with Vanessa now. The documents will be seized.\u201d
\nMy father tried to regain control.
\n\u201cThis has nothing to do with me.\u201d
\nI almost smiled.
\nThere it was.
\nExactly what I expected.
\nHe was abandoning Carol before the police had even reached the ballroom.
\nCarol stared at him.
\n\u201cArthur?\u201d
\nHe ignored her.
\nI reached into my envelope again.
\n\u201cFunny you should say that.\u201d
\nI pulled out my phone.
\n\u201cThe night I heard your plan, I recorded it.\u201d
\nArthur stopped breathing.
\nCarol whispered, \u201cYou little\u2014\u201d
\nI pressed play.
\nHer own voice filled the ballroom.
\n\u201cDiane just turned eighteen, Arthur. You can finally take the house her mother left her.\u201d
\nNobody moved.
\nThen my father\u2019s recorded voice followed.
\n\u201cWhen she fails the exam, I\u2019ll kick her out. She\u2019ll realize she\u2019s worth nothing without me.\u201d
\nArthur stared at the phone as if it were a bomb.
\nThe recording continued.
\n\u201cWhen she\u2019s desperate, I\u2019ll throw her some pocket change and she\u2019ll sign whatever I want.\u201d
\nThe room erupted in whispers.
\nLily stepped backward.
\n\u201cDad?\u201d
\nHe said nothing.
\nI stopped the recording.
\nThen I looked directly at him.
\n\u201cYou made one mistake.\u201d
\nHis eyes burned into mine.
\n\u201cYou thought I needed you.\u201d
\nI placed the examination score on the nearest table.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t.\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s voice dropped.
\n\u201cYou have no idea what you\u2019re doing.\u201d
\n\u201cI know exactly what I\u2019m doing.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re eighteen.\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\n\u201cYou have no money.\u201d
\n\u201cNot true.\u201d
\nThat made him pause.
\nI looked toward Aunt Susan.
\nShe smiled slightly.
\nThen I reached into the envelope for another document.
\nA letter from my mother\u2019s lawyer confirming the existence of a protected education fund my father had never controlled.
\nMy mother had prepared for this.
\nTuition.
\nHousing.
\nLiving expenses.
\nAll protected until I became eighteen.
\nArthur stared at the letter.
\n\u201cYou knew?\u201d
\n\u201cI found out three days ago.\u201d
\nHis shoulders dropped slightly.
\nEvery weapon he thought he had against me was disappearing.
\nNo house.
\nNo financial control.
\nNo exam failure.
\nNo desperation.
\nNothing.
\nThen the ballroom doors opened.
\nTwo police officers entered with Mr. Sanders.
\nBehind him was a young woman I had never seen before.
\nShe was crying.
\nVanessa.
\nAnd beside her stood a man in a gray suit, handcuffed.
\nMy father stared at him.
\nThe man stared back.
\nThen Carol whispered something that made Lily gasp.
\n\u201cDaniel.\u201d
\nI turned toward her.
\n\u201cYou know him?\u201d
\nNobody answered.
\nMr. Sanders approached me.
\n\u201cDiane, this is Daniel Mercer.\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s face twisted.
\n\u201cYou idiot.\u201d
\nDaniel laughed bitterly.
\n\u201cDon\u2019t blame me. This was your plan.\u201d
\nOne of the officers immediately turned toward Arthur.
\nArthur froze.
\nDaniel continued.
\n\u201cYou said the girl had already been kicked out.\u201d
\n\u201cShut up.\u201d
\n\u201cYou said she\u2019d never find out until the sale was completed.\u201d
\n\u201cI said shut up!\u201d
\nThe officer stepped forward.
\n\u201cMr. Reynolds, I suggest you stop talking.\u201d
\nLily covered her mouth.
\nCarol looked ready to faint.
\nAnd for the first time in my life, my father looked small.
\nBut I still had one thing left.
\nThe sealed letter.
\nMy mother\u2019s letter.
\nThe envelope had my name written across the front in her handwriting.
\nFor Diane, when she turns eighteen and finally learns the truth.<\/strong>
\nI had not opened it.
\nMr. Sanders had given it to me that morning.
\nI thought the truth meant the house.
\nI thought it meant the trust.
\nNow I wasn\u2019t so sure.
\nI broke the seal.
\nMy hands trembled.
\nInside was a single handwritten page.
\nI read the first sentence.
\nThen stopped.
\nEverything around me disappeared.
\nArthur saw my expression.
\nSuddenly, panic returned to his face.
\n\u201cWhat does it say?\u201d
\nI looked up at him.
\nMr. Sanders quietly said, \u201cDiane?\u201d
\nMy throat tightened.
\nI looked down and read the sentence again.
\nMy darling Diane, if you are reading this, Arthur has probably tried to take the Pasadena house from you\u2014but there is something far more important you need to know.<\/strong>
\nMy pulse began pounding.
\nThe next line made my knees nearly give way.
\nArthur Reynolds is not your biological father.<\/strong>
\nI stared at him.
\nHe stared back.
\nAnd the terror in his eyes told me my mother had written the truth.
\nBut the letter wasn\u2019t finished.
\nThere was another name beneath that sentence.
\nA name I recognized immediately.
\nA man whose photograph had appeared on television, newspapers, and business magazines for years.
\nAnd according to my dead mother\u2019s letter\u2026
\nthat man was my real father.
\nTO BE CONTINUED\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/div>\n

PART 3 \u2014 THE NAME MY FATHER FEARED<\/strong><\/h1>\n

The name written beneath my mother\u2019s words was one I had seen hundreds of times.
\nJonathan Hale.<\/strong>
\nFounder of Hale Global.
\nOne of the most powerful real-estate developers in California.
\nA man whose face appeared in newspapers whenever another hotel, hospital, or luxury tower opened.
\nMy hands went numb.
\nI looked at Mr. Sanders.
\nHe didn\u2019t look surprised.
\nThat frightened me more than the letter itself.
\n\u201cYou knew?\u201d I asked.
\nHe lowered his eyes.
\n\u201cYour mother made me promise I would not tell you until you turned eighteen.\u201d
\nArthur suddenly stepped forward.
\n\u201cThat letter means nothing.\u201d
\nI turned toward him.
\n\u201cYou look terrified for something that means nothing.\u201d
\n\u201cI raised you.\u201d
\n\u201cNo. You controlled me.\u201d
\nHis face hardened.
\n\u201cYou lived under my roof.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd you planned to steal the one roof my mother left me.\u201d
\nThe police officer beside him shifted slightly.
\nArthur noticed.
\nHe stopped talking.
\nI looked back at the letter.
\nMy mother\u2019s handwriting continued beneath Jonathan Hale\u2019s name.
\nJonathan never abandoned you. He never knew you existed.<\/strong>
\nMy breath caught.
\nI read faster.
\nArthur discovered I was pregnant before Jonathan knew. He threatened to destroy my family and expose things I was too frightened to face. I was young, scared, and I made choices I regretted every day afterward. Arthur agreed to raise you as his own, but over the years, his kindness became control.<\/strong>
\nI looked at Arthur.
\nHis eyes dropped.
\nCarol stared at him.
\nEven she seemed shocked.
\n\u201cArthur,\u201d she whispered, \u201cyou told me Diane was yours.\u201d
\nHe ignored her.
\nI continued reading.
\nThe Pasadena house belonged to my parents. I placed it in your name because I feared Arthur would eventually try to take everything else.<\/strong>
\nThere was another paragraph.
\nThis one made my chest tighten.
\nIf Arthur ever tries to force you to sign away that property, contact Jonathan. Mr. Sanders has the information needed to reach him.<\/strong>
\nI stopped.
\nMy eyes filled with tears for the first time that night.
\nNot because of Arthur.
\nBecause suddenly, my mother felt close.
\nLike she had reached through eighteen years just to protect me.
\nMr. Sanders quietly said, \u201cThere\u2019s more.\u201d
\nI nodded.
\nThe final paragraph was short.
\nDiane, blood does not automatically make someone family. Neither does a signature. Family is the person who protects you when they gain nothing from doing it. Choose yours carefully.<\/strong>
\nI folded the letter.
\nThe ballroom was silent.
\nThen Lily spoke.
\n\u201cDoes this mean she\u2019s rich?\u201d
\nEveryone turned toward her.
\nEven Carol looked embarrassed.
\nLily shrugged.
\n\u201cWhat? Jonathan Hale is worth billions.\u201d
\nArthur exploded.
\n\u201cThis has nothing to do with money!\u201d
\nI almost laughed.
\n\u201cEverything you did had to do with money.\u201d
\nHe pointed at me.
\n\u201cYou think Jonathan Hale is going to welcome you because of some old letter?\u201d
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know.\u201d
\n\u201cHe has a family.\u201d
\nThat caught my attention.
\nArthur saw it.
\nA cruel smile appeared.
\n\u201cYes. A wife. Children. A reputation. You think he wants an eighteen-year-old girl showing up claiming to be his secret daughter?\u201d
\nThe words hurt.
\nHe knew they would.
\nBut before I could answer, Mr. Sanders stepped forward.
\n\u201cArthur, you should probably stop.\u201d
\nArthur glared at him.
\n\u201cWhy?\u201d
\nMr. Sanders looked at me.
\n\u201cBecause Jonathan Hale already knows.\u201d
\nMy heart stopped.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\n\u201cI contacted his legal office this morning.\u201d
\nArthur\u2019s face changed.
\n\u201cYou had no right.\u201d
\n\u201cI had every right. Diane is my client.\u201d
\nI stared at Mr. Sanders.
\n\u201cWhat did he say?\u201d
\n\u201cHe asked for proof.\u201d
\n\u201cAnd?\u201d
\n\u201cI sent him copies of the documents your mother left.\u201d
\nMy mouth became dry.
\n\u201cDid he believe them?\u201d
\nMr. Sanders hesitated.
\n\u201cHe requested a DNA test.\u201d
\nArthur laughed.
\n\u201cThere. See?\u201d
\nBut Mr. Sanders wasn\u2019t finished.
\n\u201cHe also requested that it happen immediately.\u201d
\nThe laughter disappeared.
\nThen one of the officers approached Arthur.
\n\u201cMr. Reynolds, we need you to come with us for questioning regarding attempted property fraud and identity theft.\u201d
\nCarol gasped.
\nArthur stepped back.
\n\u201cThis is ridiculous.\u201d
\n\u201cYou can speak with investigators downtown.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m not going anywhere.\u201d
\nThe second officer moved closer.
\nArthur looked around the ballroom.
\nHundreds of eyes were watching.
\nThe same people he had wanted to impress tonight were now watching him unravel.
\nHe looked at me.
\n\u201cThis is your fault.\u201d
\nI stared at him.
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nMy voice was calm.
\n\u201cThis is the first thing in my life that isn\u2019t.\u201d
\nThe officer placed a hand on Arthur\u2019s arm.
\nCarol suddenly said, \u201cWait.\u201d
\nEveryone looked at her.
\nShe was crying now.
\nReal tears.
\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know about Jonathan.\u201d
\nArthur snapped, \u201cCarol, shut up.\u201d
\nShe ignored him.
\n\u201cI knew about the house. I knew about Vanessa. But I didn\u2019t know Diane wasn\u2019t yours.\u201d
\nLily stared at her mother.
\n\u201cYou knew about the fake ID?\u201d
\nCarol covered her mouth.
\nToo late.
\nThe officer turned toward her.
\n\u201cMrs. Reynolds, we\u2019ll need you to come with us too.\u201d
\nCarol\u2019s knees nearly buckled.
\n\u201cArthur said nobody would get hurt.\u201d
\nArthur looked at her with pure hatred.
\n\u201cYou idiot.\u201d
\nShe shouted back, \u201cYou planned everything!\u201d
\nAnd just like that, they turned on each other.
\nNames.
\nDates.
\nPhone calls.
\nBank transfers.
\nEverything started spilling out in the middle of Lily\u2019s celebration.
\nGuests moved away from them as if betrayal were contagious.
\nLily stood alone beside the giant banner that said:
\nCONGRATULATIONS, FUTURE COLLEGE STUDENT.<\/strong>
\nShe looked smaller now.
\nNot cruel.
\nJust lost.
\nFor one second, I almost felt sorry for her.
\nThen she looked at me and whispered:
\n\u201cYou ruined everything.\u201d
\nI shook my head.
\n\u201cNo, Lily. I just stopped letting everyone ruin me.\u201d
\nShe had no answer.
\nThe police led Arthur and Carol toward the doors.
\nBefore Arthur left, he twisted around.
\n\u201cYou\u2019ll come crawling back.\u201d
\nI looked straight at him.
\n\u201cTo what?\u201d
\nHe froze.
\n\u201cThe house you kicked me out of?\u201d
\nI took a breath.
\n\u201cI\u2019d rather sleep on Aunt Susan\u2019s floor for ten years than spend one more night waiting for you to love me.\u201d
\nSomething in his face broke.
\nThen the doors closed behind him.
\nThe party was over.
\nPeople began leaving quietly.
\nThe orchestra stopped playing.
\nWaiters started clearing untouched champagne.
\nLily disappeared into a side room.
\nI stood there holding my mother\u2019s letter.
\nI should have felt victorious.
\nInstead, I felt exhausted.
\nAunt Susan came beside me.
\n\u201cYou okay?\u201d
\n\u201cNo.\u201d
\nShe nodded.
\n\u201cThat\u2019s allowed.\u201d
\nI rested my head against her shoulder.
\nThen my phone rang.
\nUnknown number.
\nI stared at it.
\nMr. Sanders looked at the screen.
\n\u201cAnswer.\u201d
\nI swallowed and picked up.
\n\u201cHello?\u201d
\nA man\u2019s voice came through.
\nDeep.
\nControlled.
\nBut shaking slightly.
\n\u201cIs this Diane?\u201d
\n\u201cYes.\u201d
\nThere was a long silence.
\nThen he said:
\n\u201cMy name is Jonathan Hale.\u201d
\nMy knees nearly gave out.
\nI couldn\u2019t speak.
\nHe continued.
\n\u201cI just finished reading your mother\u2019s letter.\u201d
\nMy fingers tightened around the phone.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know what I\u2019m supposed to say.\u201d
\n\u201cNeither do I.\u201d
\nThat surprised me.
\nThen his voice cracked.
\n\u201cYour mother never told me.\u201d
\nI closed my eyes.
\n\u201cI know.\u201d
\n\u201cI would have come.\u201d
\nTears finally rolled down my face.
\n\u201cI don\u2019t know that.\u201d
\n\u201cYou\u2019re right.\u201d
\nAnother silence.
\nThen he said something I didn\u2019t expect.
\n\u201cSo don\u2019t trust me because I\u2019m telling you to.\u201d
\nI opened my eyes.
\n\u201cTrust me only if I earn it.\u201d
\nFor eighteen years, every adult in my life had demanded something from me.
\nObedience.
\nSilence.
\nGratitude.
\nSignatures.
\nJonathan Hale was the first man claiming to be my father who asked for nothing.
\n\u201cWhen do you want the DNA test?\u201d I asked.
\n\u201cWhenever you\u2019re comfortable.\u201d
\nI almost smiled.
\n\u201cTomorrow.\u201d
\n\u201cTomorrow.\u201d
\nThen he paused.
\n\u201cDiane?\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cI know tonight has probably been terrible.\u201d
\nI looked around the destroyed party.
\nThe abandoned flowers.
\nThe empty tables.
\nMy father\u2019s forgotten champagne glass.
\n\u201cYou could say that.\u201d
\n\u201cI\u2019m sorry.\u201d
\nThose two words nearly broke me.
\nNot because they fixed anything.
\nBecause Arthur had never said them.
\nNot once.
\nAfter the call ended, Aunt Susan hugged me.
\nMr. Sanders gathered the documents.
\nI thought the worst part was finally over.
\nThen one of the officers returned through the ballroom doors.
\nHis expression was serious.
\n\u201cDiane Reynolds?\u201d
\n\u201cYes?\u201d
\n\u201cWe found something during the search of the man who impersonated your father.\u201d
\nMy stomach tightened.
\n\u201cWhat?\u201d
\nHe held up a small black flash drive inside an evidence bag.
\n\u201cYour name was written on this.\u201d
\nI stared at it.
\nUnder my name were two words written in red marker.
\nPLAN B.<\/strong>
\nI felt cold all over.
\n\u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d
\nThe officer shook his head.
\n\u201cWe don\u2019t know yet.\u201d
\nThen he looked directly at me.
\n\u201cBut whatever your father was planning\u2026\u201d
\nHe paused.
\n\u201c\u2026the house may not have been the final target.\u201d
\nTO BE CONTINUED\u2026
\n<\/strong><\/p>\n

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