“No.”
“It was meant for you.”
He nodded.
For the first time, I understood the whole message.
The flowers were not a romantic surprise from my husband.
They were not simply a threat against a detective’s daughter.
They were a coded warning aimed at the only person Amos feared—the man who had uncovered the truth hidden inside my father’s old notes.
Daniel.
My father had spent years trying to expose his partner. He died before he could complete the case, but the records he preserved eventually reached the right person.
Those notes led Daniel to Amos.
They led the police to the cabin.
And they finally brought justice to three families who had waited more than two decades for answers.
Daniel squeezed my hand as darkness settled over the garden.
“I’m sorry I lied to you,” he said.
“I know.”
“I thought protecting you meant keeping you outside the truth.”
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