I had spent thirty years believing Julian Vance had abandoned us.

That afternoon, I discovered he had spent those same thirty years believing that staying away was the only reason we were still alive.

PART 2 — THE FIRST PAGE

Nobody spoke.

I could hear the refrigerator humming in the kitchen.

A child laughing outside.

A lawn mower somewhere down the street.

Completely normal sounds.

Inside my dining room, nothing felt normal.

Marcus stood behind my chair.