Vince climbed into the car. Herbert started the engine, glanced over at him, and

for a long moment, the two men locked eyes in heavy silence. Finally, Herbert

spoke, his voice tinged with a desperate plea. "Can you just... not fight me over

Natalie? I've loved her since we were kids for fifteen years."

"Vince's answer was cold and final. "I'm not the one you're fighting with. It's

Timothy."

"You're saying you don't like her?"

Anyone could see Vince's feelings for her.

"Just drive. We can talk while you're at it."

Herbert pressed the gas, and the car rolled forward.

"Vince's voice was low and steady. "How much do you actually know about

Natalie's childhood?"

"There you go again, asking about her. And you say you don't like her!"

Herbert was clearly annoyed.

Vince's expression darkened. "You claim you've loved her for fifteen years, but

you never did anything about it. You just let her marry Timothy and suffer through

all that-how is that fair to her?"

Herbert's knuckles tightened on the steering wheel, lips pressed so hard they

turned white.

He didn't know.

He never imagined things would turn out like this.

When Jessica filed for divorce, when she talked to Marquis about everything that

happened...

Every time Herbert thought about it, he felt tears sting his eyes-something he'd

never admit, not even to himself.

The girl he wanted to protect most ended up being hurt by Timothy in the worst

ways.

He blamed himself.

moved away, they kept in touch, but he never told her

wait until he'd found a cure for her mutism, to use that as

confession of love.

came back, it was already

only leads to

paused, then pressed on. "Is she her family's

slammed the brakes. "What are you getting at? If

you think her grandmother would have worked herself sick

her?"

brow furrowed. "So

she is. She even has a birthmark-there's no

""What kind of birthmark?"

"Vince's voice trembled.

"I can't tell

birthmark was in a private place. Back in grade school, she'd once

her clothes torn, and Herbert had rushed over when he heard. That

reason he'd ever seen

really their daughter, and she had that birthmark, her

know.

town-no one ever said Jessica wasn't

on, Herbert,

the brake and kept driving. "I'm

"Why not?"

Vince was losing it.

can't, and that's final. Don't

boiled over. "Stop the

made Herbert

again, his own

you're

keep digging

am I

you?"

on her chest-there was no way

Vince that.

his phone, scrolled through his photos, and

you recognize this

pupils shrank in shock. Wasn't

was wearing

could never

Natalie's clothes

picked

elderly grandmother. The prettiest

ever owned

Herbert's own

his request.

Do you

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