Before I could speak, someone knocked on the office door.
“Margaret?”
My heart seemed to stop.
It was Daniel.
“Sweetheart, I know you’re in there.”
I held the photograph against my chest.
“Then explain why you’ve been hiding this research from me!”
For several seconds, there was silence.
Finally, Daniel answered through the door.
“Because I thought I could protect you.”
“Protect me from what?”
His voice trembled.
“From what happened to the others.”
Dr. Reeves remained beside me as I agreed to let Daniel enter.
I insisted that he stay across the room.
He looked exhausted.
His neatly tailored suit was wrinkled, and his hands were trembling.
I held up the photograph.
“Who is this woman?”
Daniel stared at it.
“Her name was Evelyn Mercer.”
“And the man beside her?”
“My father.”
I looked at the photograph again.
The resemblance between Daniel and his father was extraordinary.
At least one mystery had been explained.
But the others remained.
