I had been financing the people tearing my real family apart.
And they had known exactly what was coming.
Part 3
At nine the next morning, I called the number printed on the letter.
A woman answered after one ring.
“Dunham, Price and Hale.”
“My name is Ethan Cole.”
Silence followed.
Then the woman said, “Mr. Cole, please hold.”
Less than ten seconds later, a man came onto the line.
“Ethan? This is Victor Hale. I was your father’s attorney.”
His voice cracked when he said my name.
“We have been searching for you for nearly six years.”
I looked through the hospital-room window at Emily sleeping beneath a white blanket.
“My mother intercepted your letters.”
“We suspected that.”
“What exactly did she do?”
Victor exhaled slowly.
“That conversation should happen in person.”
He arrived at the hospital before noon with another attorney, Rachel Kim, and a gray metal briefcase.
