Mason sat down.
His fingers hovered over the paper.
“Can you open it?” he asked Henry.
Henry did not reach for it.
“Are you sure?”
Mason nodded.
Henry broke the seal.
The letter inside was dated six weeks before Rachel’s death.
Claire,
If you found this, then you found the truth about our mother.
I wish I had more time to understand what that makes us. I wish we could have sat in the same room and argued about which one of us inherited her stubbornness.
There is something you must know about Mason.
I told him his father died before Grace was born.
That was not true.
Mason stood so quickly that his chair struck the wall.
Henry stopped reading.
“No,” Mason said.
Anna remained silent.
Mason shook his head.
“She wouldn’t lie about that.”
Henry lowered the letter.
“We don’t have to continue.”
“Yes, we do.”
“Mason—”
“Read it.”
Henry looked down at the page.
His father is alive.
