He had dark hair.
A serious mouth.
And Ethan’s unmistakable gray-blue eyes.
The world disappeared.
The boy frowned.
“Who are you?”
Ethan opened his mouth.
Nothing came out.
Then the child looked closely at him.
And said something none of them expected.
“You look like the man in Mommy Hannah’s picture.”
Ethan froze.
“What picture?”
Daniel disappeared down the hallway and returned holding an old plastic frame.
Inside was a photograph of Ethan and Hannah laughing beside Lake Michigan.
Ethan remembered that day.
He had thought the photograph lost forever.
“How did you get this?”
Daniel shrugged.
“My first mommy gave it to my other mommy.”
Ethan could barely speak.
“Your first mommy?”
Daniel pointed to the back.
Ethan turned the frame over.
There, written in Hannah’s handwriting, were eight words.
If he ever finds you, tell him I tried.
PART 5 — HANNAH’S SECOND SECRET
