Usually, I took it as a compliment.
Tonight, it felt like a password.
“Who are you?” I asked.
“My name is Evelyn Shaw.”
“I heard that part.”
A tiny spark of amusement moved through her expression.
“Definitely Arthur’s daughter.”
“Ms. Shaw.”
Her smile vanished.
“I represented your father for fourteen years.”
“No, you didn’t. Martin Halpern represented my father.”
“Publicly.”
I looked at Liam.
He shook his head.
He had never heard her name either.
Evelyn opened the leather folder.
Inside was a photograph.
She placed it on my tray.
My father stood outside a red brick building with three people.
One was Evelyn.
Another was a man I did not recognize.
The third was my mother.
I stared.
My mother looked younger.
Her hair fell below her shoulders.
She was laughing at something my father had said.
On the back of the photograph, written in Dad’s handwriting, were four words.
