The Dark Secret Behind My Husbands Lifelong Obsession and Our Adopted Daughter
I started the engine and drove back to the house.
The driveway was empty when I pulled in.
Richard was still at work, and Claire wasn’t home from school yet.
I walked inside and went straight to my study.
I connected my phone to the printer and printed out two copies of the DNA report.
I placed one copy into a manila folder.
Inside the folder, I also placed the printed photograph of Rose and the slip of paper with the coroner’s phone number.
This was the evidence.
This was the truth that would change everything.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing thoughts.
I had to tell Claire today, before Richard got home and tried to spin another lie.
I would sit her down at the dining room table.
I would hold her hand and tell her how much I loved her, how she would always be my daughter.
And then, I would show her the papers.
I heard the sound of tires on the gravel driveway outside.
I walked to the window and looked out, expecting to see Claire’s old blue sedan.