Desperate for answers.
Yet he had believed his father because he had no reason not to. The lies had been carefully constructed, and grief had blinded him.
For years, he mourned his mother.
For years, he visited a grave that held nothing but deception.
Meanwhile, Evelyn endured a nightmare.
It took her ten long years to escape the institution where she had been hidden away. By then, she had lost almost everything. She settled in a small distant town where nobody knew her name or her past. She survived however she could, working odd jobs, collecting firewood, and keeping to herself.
Over time, she convinced herself that Ethan had abandoned her.
She believed he had chosen his father.
She believed he had forgotten her.
That belief hurt more than the years of confinement ever had.
Yet as she looked into Ethan’s eyes now, standing on that dusty roadside, she saw something she had not expected.
Not cruelty.
Not indifference.
Only heartbreak.
Only the overwhelming shock of a son who truly believed he was looking at a ghost.
Tears immediately filled Ethan’s eyes.
They rolled down his cheeks, leaving clean trails through the dust that had settled there during the drive.
Without thinking, he threw open the SUV door.
He stumbled out onto the dirt road.
The expensive suit.
The luxury vehicle.
The image of success.
None of it mattered anymore.
