Soon, she walked outside with her final pay. Henry was waiting across the street. Henry saw her apron.
"What happened?"
"I lost my job because of my grandfather."
"Because Dean is Dean."
Henry reached for his phone. Chloe pointed at him.
"Do not."
"I can help."
"I do not need a rich family fixing everything with one call."
Rain began falling. Henry opened the passenger door. "At least let me drive you home."
"It is barely raining."
The sky answered with a downpour.
Henry raised an eyebrow.
"I hate satisfied people," Chloe muttered.
"I have not said anything."
"Your face has."
During the ride, he asked nothing. At her building, he said, "Arthur kept that photograph for almost 30 years. Who is the girl?"
"I do not know. You are his grandson."
"My family does not tell me everything."
Inside, Chloe opened Megan's old sewing box. Beneath a false bottom lay an envelope with her name. Inside was another photograph. This time, the girl faced the camera: it was Megan. A short letter lay inside:
If anyone ever recognizes the pendant, do not give them anything and do not accept money. Ask what happened the night I left. If they tell you I abandoned that family, hear the entire story before you believe them.
Chloe read the lines twice. Then she called Henry. "Where is your grandfather?"
Less than an hour later, Henry drove Chloe to a large property outside Savannah. She barely looked at the house.
"Most people stare," Henry said.
"I lost my job and found my mother's hidden photographs. Your swimming pool is competing with stronger material."
Arthur was waiting in a smaller sitting room. Dry and rested in a pressed shirt, he looked unlike the tired man from the restaurant. His eyes went directly to the envelope in Chloe's hand.
"Where did you find that?"
"My mother's things." She placed the photograph on the table.
Arthur's face changed immediately.
"So it was her," Chloe said.
He did not pretend. "Yes."
"You knew my mother."