Clara’s voice shook. “Then when was it made?”
Before anyone could answer, the old observatory door creaked open behind us.
Madison stood in the doorway, breathless from climbing the hill.
“Iris,” she said, eyes wide. “Jason knows you’re here.”
Daniel stepped forward. “How?”
Madison lifted a small black device in her trembling hand.
“I found this in my car after he left.”
A tracker.
Then my phone rang.
This time, the caller ID was blocked.
I answered before Daniel could stop me, putting it on speaker.
Jason’s voice filled the observatory, calm and almost tender.
“Iris,” he said, “step away from your father.”
My blood turned cold.
He laughed softly.
“You still don’t understand, do you? Thomas Caldwell isn’t the secret Evelyn was protecting.”
A pause.
Then Jason said the words that changed everything.
“You are.”
