“He has people helping him,” she said quietly.
I looked at her.
“What do you mean?”
She hesitated.
Then she walked to a shelf, reached behind a stack of folded tablecloths, and pulled out a small envelope.
“I didn’t know how to tell you everything at once,” she said. “I was afraid you’d refuse to believe any of it.”
Inside the envelope were photographs.
Ethan with Vanessa at a private restaurant.
Ethan speaking with a man I recognized as Dr. Martin Fields, my former therapist.
Ethan standing beside our attorney, Peter Langford, outside a courthouse.
And another photograph that made my hand freeze.
Ethan with my stepbrother, Julian.
Julian Gray.
