Hannah’s voice became hollow.
“Your brother.”
Ethan stared at her.
“Richard?”
“He told me he had proof your mother was trying to separate us. He asked me to meet him somewhere private because he said she had people watching.”
Ethan stood abruptly.
The room tilted.
“No.”
“You saw a photograph of me entering the hotel. You never saw me leaving ten minutes later after realizing he had lied.”
Ethan pressed both hands against the window ledge.
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I tried.”
His memories answered before she did.
Rain.
Hannah crying.
“You won’t even let me explain.”
“I’ve seen enough.”
He had silenced her.
Not Margaret.
Not Richard.
Him.
“What happened to the baby?” Ethan asked.
Hannah stopped crying.
That frightened him.
“I don’t know.”
He turned.
“What do you mean you don’t know?”
“Three days after you left me, I was attacked.”
