He was studying Daniel with an expression I couldn’t read.
Maya turned toward him.
“Evan?”
He let out a slow breath.
“Okay. I guess we should deal with this.”
He reached into his pocket.
Daniel immediately said,
“Please don’t.”
The room became completely still.
Evan pulled out his phone anyway.
He tapped the screen, walked toward the table, and placed it in front of Daniel.
My husband looked down.
His expression changed instantly.
“Put that away.”
Evan stayed where he was.
I stepped closer.
“What is going on?”
Nobody answered.
Daniel turned the phone facedown.
I stared at him.
“Daniel.”
“Sarah, this is complicated.”
That only made me more curious.
I reached toward the phone.
Daniel hesitated, then moved his hand away.
I turned it over.
On the screen was a photograph of an old printed picture.
The colors had faded.
Daniel was standing outside what looked like an apartment building.
He couldn’t have been older than twenty-five.
A blond woman stood beside him.
She was smiling.
And she was clearly expecting a baby.
Daniel had one arm around her shoulders.
I stared at the picture.
Then at my husband.
Then at Evan.
There was something strangely familiar about the teenager’s features.
My stomach tightened.
“Who is she?”
Daniel swallowed.
“Her name was Claire.”
Evan spoke quietly.
“She was my mother.”
I looked from him to Daniel.
A question immediately entered my mind.
“Daniel… is Evan your son?”
Daniel looked genuinely shocked.
“What? No.”
His answer should have reassured me.
Instead, it created an even bigger mystery.
If Evan wasn’t Daniel’s son, why had my husband reacted so strongly the moment he saw him?
“Then explain the picture.”
Daniel rubbed his forehead.
“Claire and I were friends.”
Evan nodded.
“My mom never said they were together.”
I looked at him.
“Then why did you bring this?”
His expression softened.
“I lost my mom last year.”
The room went quiet.
“I’m sorry,” I said.
He nodded.
“My stepdad and I were going through some of her things afterward. I found several old photographs. Daniel’s name was written on the back of this one.”
Maya stepped closer to him.
“He showed me the photo a few weeks ago. I recognized Dad.”
Evan looked directly at Daniel.
“My mom also wrote in some old letters that she could never have done ‘it’ without you.”
He paused.
“I want to know what she meant.”
Daniel slowly sat down.
I folded my arms.
“Then I think it’s time you explained.”
He stared at the table for a moment.
“Claire and I met through Mark.”
I froze.
“Mark? The same Mark coming here tonight?”
Daniel nodded.
“Yes.”
Maya frowned.
“That still doesn’t explain why you wanted Evan to leave.”
Daniel glanced at the clock.
“Sit down.”
We gathered around the table.
Then Daniel began.
“Mark and I were best friends when we were younger. Almost like brothers. When he started dating Claire, everything seemed fine at first.”
“At first?” I asked.
Daniel’s expression became serious.
“Over time, Mark became very controlling.”
Evan leaned forward slightly.
“In what way?”
“He wanted to know where Claire went, who she talked to, and how she spent money.”
Daniel paused.
“When Claire became pregnant, things became even more tense.”
Evan’s face changed.
“What happened?”
“She decided she wanted to leave the relationship.”
