No One Can Know by Kate Alice Marshall

Author:Kate Alice Marshall
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Flatiron Books

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EMMA

Now

Emma didn’t go back right away. She sat in the park instead, letting time spool out in the hopes that it would give Nathan’s temper time to cool. She drove home slowly, not eager to find out if her return would mean picking up the fight where they left off. When she pulled into the drive, the carriage house door was open a crack, and there was a light on inside. Rattling and banging echoed from the interior, the unmistakable soundtrack of Nathan’s “organizing” spree that had spanned half the house so far.

Feeling cowardly, she went inside the house instead of checking on him.

It turned out she hadn’t known Juliette at all. Hadn’t realized her mother was on drugs. Hadn’t known that her father was involved in some kind of criminal enterprise. What else hadn’t she seen back then?

She’d missed something.

She was still missing something.

She walked through the rooms. They were gutted, their contents strewn over surfaces and the floor, stuffed into bulging garbage bags, collected in untidy heaps. They bristled with labels. KEEP, SELL, DONATE, TOSS in Nathan’s careless blocky script. As if he had a right to any of it.

None of this held the answers she was looking for. She stood in front of the gun cabinet. On a whim she grabbed a pad of Post-it notes, scrawled TOSS on one, and slapped it onto the glass.

She walked to the study. Nathan had wanted to take it over, but she’d insisted he use the kitchen as his office instead. She couldn’t stand him in here, steeping in the scent of this room, her father’s sanctuary. The old whiskey decanter was still there, cap in place, two inches of liquid in the bottom. She turned up a glass—SELL—and poured. She held it up, the cold edge against her lip, inhaling the caramel and smoke smell without drinking. It was a different beast altogether than what Logan had served her. She remembered the taste of it, the way it had burned.

She’d been fifteen and rebellious; she’d sneaked a sip, and her father had caught her. Of course he had; she wasn’t the one that got away with things. He told her it was fine, that she could have some. Have some more. He made her drink until she got sick, to cure her, he said, of the desire.

She set the glass down, walked to the desk. There were papers here, sorted into thick stacks. The silver letter opener—SELL. The crystal paperweight—SELL. The fountain pen propped up on a wooden stand—SELL.

She flipped through pages of papers. More bills, forms, letters, the kind of endless paperwork of a time before much of anything was digital. There was nothing that looked at all suspicious. If there had been, the police would have found it fourteen years ago. Dad didn’t bring business home.

But her mother had known something. She’d told Chris as much. And then there was the flash drive. Emma closed her eyes, trying to picture it. The first time she’d seen it, her mother was kneeling in Daphne’s room, rooting through the closet.

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