Chapter 3 - The Name Nobody UsedDaniel’s father had forbidden Anna’s name inside the house.
Even decades later, Daniel remembered the rule.
No photographs.
No questions.
No mentioning the barn.
Daniel had eventually accepted the explanation given to him.
Anna suffered from “serious problems.”
She had been sent away to stay with relatives.
Then there had been an accident.
Daniel had been nine.
Children believe adults because they have few alternatives.
Now, staring at the letters A.C., he wondered whether he had spent twenty-three years believing a lie.
“Dad?”
Daniel turned.
Ethan stood at the barn entrance.
“You okay?”
Daniel forced a smile.
“Yeah.”
The child remained near the doorway.
He wouldn’t enter.
Daniel noticed.
“You don’t have to come in.”
Ethan nodded quickly.
Daniel walked outside.
He crouched until their eyes were level.
“Did you lose a button yesterday?”
Ethan stared at the blue button.
Claire’s voice suddenly came from behind them.
“I already told you he was playing out here.”
Daniel stood.
Claire approached carrying coffee.
“You’re interrogating him now?”
“I asked one question.”
“You’ve been strange since you came home.”
Daniel looked at Ethan.
“Go get your backpack, buddy. I’ll drive you to school.”
When Ethan disappeared toward the house, Daniel turned.
“Why was he sleeping behind the sofa?”
“He hides there when he’s upset.”
“Since when?”
Claire sighed.
“Daniel, you travel constantly. There are things about your son you don’t notice.”
The statement hurt because part of it was true.
Daniel managed three dairies across two counties. Since the death of Ethan’s mother, Rachel, four years earlier, he had buried himself in work.
Claire knew that.
She also knew exactly how to use it.
“You’re right,” Daniel said quietly.
Claire relaxed.
“But I’m going to start noticing.”
Her smile faded.
That afternoon Daniel called his mother.
Helen Carter lived thirty miles away.
She answered after the fourth ring.
“Daniel?”
“Mom, I need to ask you something.”
“What?”
“What happened to Anna?”
Silence.
Not confusion.
Silence.
That alone told him something.
“Why are you asking about her?”
“I found her initials inside the north barn.”
Helen inhaled sharply.
“Leave that alone.”
Daniel froze.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
“You told me she died.”
“She did.”
“Where?”
Another silence.
“Daniel, some things were buried because they needed to be.”
“You’re talking about my sister.”
“I’m talking about protecting the family.”
The phrase chilled him.
Before Daniel could respond, Helen disconnected.
Across the room from her, Daniel’s uncle Robert Carter sat with a glass of whiskey.
Helen lowered her phone.
“He found the initials.”
Robert’s expression changed.
“How?”
“I don’t know.”
Robert stood.
“Does Claire know?”
Helen shook her head.
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Robert immediately reached for his own phone.
“Then she needs to.”
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