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.

he moved away, they kept in touch,

found a cure for her mutism,

confession of love.

time he came

love only leads

"Is she

"What are you getting at? If she wasn't

would have worked

her?"

brow furrowed. "So you're saying

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

""What kind of birthmark?"

"Vince's voice trembled.

"I

private place. Back in grade school,

torn, and Herbert had

reason he'd

really their daughter, and she had

know.

grown up in this town-no one ever said Jessica

"Come on, Herbert, this is

and kept driving. "I'm not

"Why not?"

Vince was losing it.

can't, and that's final.

boiled over. "Stop

made

again, his own

say you're not my

keep digging into

am I

you?"

on her chest-there was no

Vince that.

out his phone, scrolled through his photos, and shoved it

you recognize this

shrank in shock. Wasn't that Natalie as

was wearing a fancy dress

never

Natalie's

picked out by

elderly grandmother. The prettiest

ever owned had

Herbert's own

his request.

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