Had he chosen to bring Rachel to this house today so that she would recall what had happened here all those years ago? And if she remembered, what then? Exactly what had he been hoping for?
Stephen slammed the car door, his mouth twisting with self-mockery as he shot another look at Rachel’s rigid back, at the child standing by her side. What he and Rachel had shared was long past; the boy was all the proof he needed of that. Frankly, that was the only thing either of them needed to remember!
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