else. Someone else. I know who it was, but I canât tell you. You might make the same mistake I did. Itâs just too dangerous. The conspiracy is huge. Much bigger than I realized. Too big for either one of us to handle.
Donât look for us, Sarah. I mean it. You will be putting all of us in terrible danger if you do. Leave it alone. Please. Just pray for Cicely and me.
Sarah, I need you to promise me something else. Never search for Cicelyâs father or look too closely at my past. I canât stress enough how important this is. Donât take this warning lightly. If you love me, if you love Cicely, youâll do as I ask.
I think I can get us out of here safely, but if anything goes wrong, if something happens to me, please take care of my daughter. As I already told you, youâre the only person I trust to raise her the right way. We may have had tough childhoods, but somehow through it all, you retained your goodness and your sweet spirit. I know youâll pass that on to Cicely and youâll help her to become all God has created her to be. Iâm counting on you, Sarah. I know you wonât let me down. Iâve made out a will stating that you are to be Cicelyâs guardian. My attorney, David Rose, has a copy. His office is on 2nd Street in downtown Kansas City. His number is in the phone book. He doesnât know anything about my plans to leave Kansas City, so asking him where I am would be pointless.
After you read this, please destroy this note. No one else is to ever see it. Especially Cicely. Raise her up with joy and love, the way Mom and Dad raised us. They were such good people, Sarah. I want you to always remember that what happened to them wasnât their fault.
I really love you, Sarah. Please donât be sad. Weâve been apart before, but we will never lose each other. Weâll be together again, either in this life or in the next. And someday weâll be reunited with Mom and Dad. What a great reunion we will have!
I will love you forever.
Remember me,
Hannahâ
Janet dropped the letter as if it were hot. âOh, Sarah. What are we going to do?â
All I could do was shake my head and cry.
Chapter
Four
Two days later, I was packing to go to Kansas City. The police wanted to interview me before I picked up Cicely. A copy of Hannahâs will had been sent to DCF, and it cleared the way for me to take her home. Even though I felt emotionally and physically drained, I kept pushing forward. There wasnât any choice. Cicely needed me. It was a little after seven-thirty in the morning when the phone rang. It was Paul.
âIf you donât mind, Iâd like to meet you at The Whistle Stop for breakfast.â
âIâm not sure I have the time.â
âIt . . . itâs very important. Please, Sarah.â
I was quiet for a moment, trying to figure out if I could squeeze Paul in and still get on the road with plenty of time to get to the police station for the interview. He sounded so insistent I agreed to meet him at nine. As I hung up, I wondered what he could possibly want to talk about. At least this would give me the opportunity to let him know about Hannahâs letter. Janet and I hadnât told anyone else. To be honest, we werenât sure what to do about it. Hannah had warned me about getting involvedin what had happened to her, but how could I let it drop? Was she really killed because sheâd looked into our parentsâ deaths? Were the two cases related? If they were, what did that mean? I wanted answers, but I had serious doubts about Hannahâs conclusion. No matter how hard I tried, I couldnât come up with any reason someone would wait almost twenty years after killing our parents to murder my sister. It didnât make any sense. Maybe the letter was just another sign of the fixation that had taken over Hannahâs life. Because of that very real possibility, I had doubts about