My 18-year-old daughter d*ed giving birth, and I raised her son alone because no one knew who the father was — 10 years later, a strange woman at her grave said, "I made your daughter a promise.

"Yes.

After your letter."

"That was a deliberate choice," she said.

"He wanted to see how you'd react without a lawyer present.

What did he say?"

I told her everything.

Word for word.

I had been listening carefully.

When I finished, she said, "He mentioned the photos."

"Yes."

"That confirms the surveillance was more thorough than a single visit." Another pause.

"Mrs.

Calloway, I need you to write down everything he said tonight, exactly as you remember it, and email it to me."

"I will."

"And keep your grandson close this weekend."