I pulled out my phone to call Priya, but before I could unlock it, a message appeared from Claire.
A photograph.
My office desk at home.
The envelope from Gregory Voss, spread open beneath the lamp.
I had locked it away.
I was certain I had.
Below the photograph was a single line.
You should have asked me before digging into family matters.
Then another message arrived.
Not from Claire.
From my mother.
Come to the house tonight, Rowan. Alone. It is time you learned why your father really died.
I looked up slowly.
Megan was staring at my face, reading the change there before I could speak.
“What is it?” she asked.
I turned the phone toward her.
For a moment, no one in the room moved.
Then, from the hallway beyond the exam room, one of the twins began to cry.
Part 3 — Final Part
For one suspended second, Rowan Bellamy forgot how to breathe.
