close, but this went beyond that.
Why would she help hide Daniel’s affair?
And where did Michael fit?
Was he Rebecca’s brother?
Had he helped Daniel conceal everything?
I reopened my laptop.
Nearly an hour later, an old article finally gave me Michael’s surname.
Michael H.
Daniel C.
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Business partners.
Another article said their company had closed following a “financial dispute between its founders.”
“What did you do, Daniel?”
I searched Michael H.
His obituary appeared.
Then I saw the date.
“No. That’s not possible.”
Daniel had always told me Michael died before we met.
According to the obituary, Michael died eight months after our first date.
Same name.
Age.
Town.
Same man.
“So you lied about that too.”
I continued searching.
A car accident.
Several business filings.
Then an archived document stopped me.
Rebecca H.
“Wait.”
I read it again.
“Rebecca…?”
She wasn’t some distant relative.
She
