Of course she did.
“So where was the watch?”
“I don’t know.”
Her voice changed.
“It disappeared before he died.”
“How long before?”
“A year, maybe longer.”
“You never asked him?”
“I did.”
“And?”
“He said he gave it away.”
“To who?”
“He wouldn’t tell me.”
I closed my eyes.
“Let me guess.”
Mom sighed.
“He said it was complicated.”
I barely slept that night.
The next morning, I decided I wasn’t going to interrogate Leo.
He had already spent too much of his life answering questions from adults.
So instead, I made pancakes.
“Chocolate chips?” I asked.
Leo looked suspicious.
“In pancakes?”
“Yes.”
“Is that allowed?”
“Barely.”
Ethan pointed at me.
“She’s been investigated twice.”
Leo almost smiled.
That felt like progress.
By Sunday, though, I still couldn’t stop thinking about the watch.
Leo and I were looking through old photo albums because he had asked whether my hair had always been curly.
“No,” I said. “At your age, I looked like an electrocuted dandelion.”
He laughed.
Then I turned the page.
There was a photograph of Dad standing beside me at a barbecue.
He must have been around fifty.
Leo immediately stopped laughing.
He touched the photograph with one finger.
“He looked younger there.”
My body went completely still.
I forced my voice to remain calm.
“You’ve seen him older?”
Leo pulled his hand back.
“What?”
“You said he looked younger there.”
“I don’t know.”
“Leo.”
“I just meant he looks young.”
I stared at him.
“You knew him, didn’t you?”
He looked down at the album.
“I’m not angry,” I said softly.
His jaw tightened.
“Was Daniel the person who gave you the watch?”
Finally, he nodded.
My heart began pounding.
“Did he visit you?”
“Sometimes.”
“What did you do together?”
“He brought me books.”
Leo hesitated.
“Once he bought me sneakers. Sometimes we got burgers.”
“Did he ever tell you who he was?”
Leo shook his head.
“What did you call him?”
“Daniel.”
Just Daniel.
Not Grandpa.
Not Uncle.
Nothing.
“He said the watch was important,” Leo added.
“Why?”
“He said I should keep it safe. And someday I might understand why.”
At first, I thought Dad had been talking about the watch.
I was wrong.
That night, I told Ethan everything.
“My father knew Leo.”
Ethan rubbed his forehead.
“Okay.”
“Okay? That’s all you have?”
“I’m processing.”
“My dead father secretly visited the child we eventually adopted.”
“I understand why that sounds insane.”
“Sounds?”
“Sophie.”
Then Ethan thought for a moment.
“What if your dad volunteered somewhere? Foster care, mentoring, something like that?”
I stared at him.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“Dad used to disappear on Saturdays.”
“Where did he go?”
“He never told Mom. He always said he was helping someone.”
Ethan nodded.
“So maybe he volunteered.”
“And met Leo there.”
“Exactly.”
For the first time, the pieces seemed to fit.
What I didn’t realize was that I had chosen the easiest explanation instead of the correct one.
The next morning, I called one of the social workers who had known Leo before he came to us.
“I think I figured something out,” I said. “Daniel volunteered with Leo, right?”
“Daniel?”
“Yes. Mentor, volunteer, something like that.”
There was a pause.
Then she said,
“No.”
One word destroyed the explanation I had spent all night building.
“Then what was he?”
Another pause.
“I’m sorry. I can’t discuss Leo’s historical family records over the phone.”
My stomach tightened.
“Family records?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“You basically did.”
“I really can’t tell you more.”
“Did Daniel know Leo’s mother?”
“I’m sorry.”
“Was he related to Leo?”
“I have to end this call.”
Then she hung up.
If Dad hadn’t been Leo’s volunteer, then he had been visiting him for some other reason.
And nobody had ever told me what that reason was.
That evening, I drove directly to Mom’s house.
She opened the door holding a mug.
“You look terrifying.”
“Was Dad married before you?”
