Mr. Atlas.
Not Dad. Not father.
Still, my heart pounded.
Matilda pushed the tape into my hands. “He said you’d understand once you saw it. But don’t wait, okay? If you wait, it might be too late.”
“Too late for what, Matilda?”
My heart pounded.
She looked down. “For me to believe him.”
Then she walked back into the rain.
I didn’t chase her. I just stood there holding my dead husband’s secret while Morgan helped the little girl into her car.
