It was unmistakably him.
Behind me, the principal shifted.
“Should I give you a moment?” he asked.
“No. Stay here.”
I wanted someone else to hear whatever he had to say to me. I wanted proof that I wasn’t imagining it because I could barely believe it myself.
Daniel, my husband’s former business partner, the man who’d made it sound like Joe’s death was some kind of righteous punishment, was standing before me.
And part of me was deeply afraid to find out what he wanted with Emma and me.
I wanted proof that I wasn’t imagining it.
Daniel sat back down.
“Why did you want to see my daughter?” I asked him.
“Because of what she did for my son, Caleb.”
My mouth went dry. “Caleb is your son?”
He nodded. “I just wanted to thank her. But when Caleb told me her last name so I could ask for her, I realized who she was.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “I also realized that this might be my only chance to tell you the truth about Joe and what he did.”
My heart rate skyrocketed. “What are you talking about?”
