“Yes.”
The door opened again.
Mark walked in.
He saw the officers.
Then the box.
“No,” he whispered.
That single word told me everything.
“What is that center?” I asked him.
His face crumpled. “Dani, please.”
“What is it?”
“I was going to tell you.”
“When?”
“I needed her to get better first.”
My whole body went cold.
“Was she alive when I stood at that lake screaming her name?”
“Yes,” he whispered.
Something inside me broke cleanly.
“You didn’t lose our daughter,” I said. “You took her from me.”
The room went silent.
He finally spoke.
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“She was hurt. She fell near the cabin trail.”
“What cabin?”
“My dad’s old fishing cabin.”
The wooden sign lay between us.
“Mom’s Lake House.”
“She went back for the sign and slipped.”
“Why didn’t you call 911?”
“I panicked. I drove her to urgent care.”
Then came the part that made the air disappear.
“I signed the intake forms.”
“You’re her father,” I said. “That explains one day. Not a year.”
“I told them you knew.”
“What?”
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