I couldn’t let Mr. Reynolds’ words go.
That night, after Daddy fell asleep with his arm wrapped possessively around me and his hand resting on my growing belly, I slipped out of bed again. My heart was pounding as I crept into his private office the one room on the island he rarely let me enter alone.
The laptop was password protected, but I knew the code. I had watched him type it once.
My hands shook as I opened folders labeled “Personal.”
I found old photos first.
Alexander with my mother on their wedding day. She looked happy, but there was something in her eyes a quiet exhaustion I had never noticed as a child. Then older photos… Alexander with other women. Beautiful, elegant women. All of them younger. All of them gone after a few months.
Then I found the documents.
A privat
