CHAPTER TWO.

TITLE: THE MAN WHO KNEW MUCH.

Nora held her breath

The foot step stopped outside the study

For seconds she remained crouched beside the desk staring at the narrow strip of light beneath the door. Whoever stood outside had not. Called her name. They had simply stopped, as though listening for something

Nora slowly rose to her feet

Who's there

Silence

Then the handle moved

Nora stepped back as the door opened revealing Margaret in the hallway. Her aunt’s expression changed the moment she saw the open drawers and scattered papers

What are you doing here

Nora glanced towards the desk. I couldn't sleep

Margarets eyes moved to the space beneath it

Have you found something

The question came quickly

Nora noticed the fear in her aunt’s face the way her fingers tightened around the doorframe

Why would you ask me that

Margaret straightened. Because the room is full of things and you've had a difficult day. You should be upstairs

Nora studied her. Did Grandma hide something in here

Your grandmother kept things

Thats not what I asked

Margaret looked away

Nora had spent her whole life watching her family run away from the truth. Whenever something painful came up they quickly changed the topic whispered under their breaths or told her it was best not to look for trouble. For a time she actually believed they were just trying to keep her safe

She no longer knew what it was

I want to know what happened to Elise Nora said

Margarets expression crumpled for the briefest moment

Then be careful what you wish for

She turned and walked away before Nora could respond

Nora waited until the footsteps faded then returned to the desk. Whatever Margaret had been afraid of it had not made her curious enough to stay

Nora crouched again and reach beneath the desk

Her fingers brushed against something cold

She pulled it into the light

A photograph

It looked old with rough ragged edges and dust clouding the surface. After rubbing it clean with her sleeve Nora brought it close, to the light of the bulb to get a look

Her heart lurched

Elise stood framed against the harbor her features half-hidden behind strands of hair thrown loose by the sea wind. With a hand buried in her coat pocket she looked like a photograph come to life. She wasn’t that seventeen-year- girl anymore but as Nora stared she realized the years had left her almost entirely unchanged

Nora turned the photograph over

August 14

Three days after Elise disappeared

Beneath the date was a message written in her grandmother’s unmistakable handwriting

If Nora comes home tell her what happened

Nora stared at the words

For twelve years she had believed her sister had left without looking back. She had spent years replaying thier argument remembering every cruel word and every opportunity she had missed to make things right

Now she was holding proof that Elise had been alive after everyone claimed she was gone

Her grandmother had known.

Nora turned the photograph over.

August 14.

Three days after Elise disappeared.

Beneath the date was a message written in grandmother’s handwriting.

If Nora comes home tell Nora what happened.

Nora stared at the words.

For twelve years Nora believed Elise had left without looking. Nora spent years replaying argument remembering every cruel word and every missed opportunity to make things right.

Now Nora held proof that Elise had been alive after everyone claimed Elise was gone.

Grandmother had known.

Nora slipped photograph into handbag. Nora searched space beneath desk more but found nothing else that explained why photograph had been hidden there.

Nora gathered scattered papers, closed drawers and left study.

Whatever happened twelve years ago someone worked hard to keep it buried.

Nora began to understand that family was still afraid of it.

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Nora did not sleep.

Every time Nora closed eyes Nora saw photograph lying beneath desk lamp. Elise stood near harbour hair blown across face one hand tucked into jacket pocket. Elise looked older than seventeen-year-old Nora remembered,. Not by much. Date on back kept Nora awake.

August 14.

Three days after Elise disappeared.

Nora sat on edge of childhood bed with photograph in hand. Outside rain tapped against windows turning garden into blur of shapes and silver water. Downstairs old pipes groaned.

Nora turned photograph over again.

If Nora comes home tell Nora what happened.

Grandmother had known Nora would return. Perhaps not when,. Eventually. Note had been written for Nora tucked away in study no one was supposed to enter.

Margaret had looked terrified when Margaret found Nora there.

That frightened Nora more than photograph.

Nora slipped photograph into back of phone case then opened desk drawer where key was found. Financial documents were still stacked inside. Nora had taken pictures of pages before leaving study. Payments had been made regularly twice a month through account connected to family property trust.

Amounts varied. Names attached to transfers meant nothing to Nora.

Except one.

Thomas Whitaker.

Her father.

Nora stared at name until letters seemed to lose shape.

Thomas Whitaker had spent twelve years telling anyone who would listen that Elise had chosen to leave. Thomas Whitaker had said it at family gatherings during painful Christmas without Elise and even at small memorial service held when police finally stopped searching.

Your sister made her decision Thomas Whitaker had told Nora.

Nora had been fifteen, angry and desperate for someone to explain why Elise had disappeared without saying goodbye.

Thomas Whitaker had held Nora while Nora cried.

Thomas Whitaker had told Nora Elise was selfish.

For years Nora hated Elise for that.

Now Nora wondered whether Thomas Whitaker had been holding Nora because Thomas Whitaker was sorry, for Nora’s pain—or because Thomas Whitaker had helped cause it.

A car engine sounded outside.

Nora went to window.

A black sedan had stopped in front of house. Thomas Whitaker stepped out beneath umbrella coat buttoned to throat. Thomas Whitaker moved with unhurried confidence Nora remembered, as though weather, house and everyone inside had been arranged for Thomas Whitaker’s convenience.

Thomas Whitaker had arrived a day earlier than expected.

Nora pulled photograph from phone case. Studied it one last time. Then Nora slipped it into lining of handbag zipped bag shut and went downstairs.

Margaret was already standing in hallway.

Margaret had changed out of mourning clothes. Margaret still looked exhausted. Margaret fingers tightened around dish towel Margaret was holding when Nora reached step.

He wasn’t supposed to come until tomorrow " Margaret murmured.

He’s here now."

Margaret glanced towards door.

For a moment neither woman moved.

Then the bell rings.

Margaret opened the door.

Thomas.

Margaret.

Thomas Whitaker kissed Nora cheek without touching it. "You look tired.”

It has been a week.

Yes. It has.

His gaze travelled past Nora. Settled on Nora.

Something in Thomass expression softened into the look Thomas used whenever Thomas wanted to appear concerned. Thomas opened Thomass arms.

Nora stood still for half a second before stepping

Thomass embrace smelled of cologne and rain. Thomass hand rested between Noras shoulder blades, firm.

My girl Thomas murmured. You should have called when you arrived.

I did arrive yesterday.

I know. Margaret told me. Thomas pulled away. Examined Noras face. You look thin.

It was such a thing to say that Nora almost laughed.

Twelve years of questions sat between Nora and Thomas and Thomas had noticed Noras weight.

I am fine Nora said.

Good. Thomas handed Thomass umbrella to Margaret. I will not stay long. There are arrangements to discuss. I have a meeting in Portland this afternoon.

Thomas removed Thomass coat. Draped it over the hallway chair.

Nora watched Thomas.

The coat was grey tailored, with a small tear near the right cuff.

Nora remembered the photograph.

The figure standing at the edge of the harbour had worn a coat of the same colour. The face was blurred by rain. The tear at the cuff had been visible when Nora enlarged the image on Noras phone.

Nora had dismissed it at first. Plenty of men owned grey coats.

Noras father had been wearing that coat in the photograph taken three days after Elise disappeared.

Nora felt the hallway tilt around Nora.

What is wrong? Thomas asked.

Nora forced herself to look at Thomas.

Nothing. I did not sleep well.

Then you should rest. There is no reason to exhaust yourself over the house. Thirty days will pass quickly.

Thomas said it as though the condition in Noras grandmother’s will were an inconvenience.

Nora followed Thomas into the sitting room.

The curtains were open revealing the grey sea beyond the garden. Thomas stood beside the fireplace. Looked around at the furniture, the framed family photographs and the faded wallpaper.

Your grandmother refused to change anything Thomas said. Even when things started falling

She liked things the way they were.

She liked control.

Nora looked at Thomas.

Thomas smiled faintly. The expression did not reach Thomass eyes.

Habits Thomas added.

Margaret entered with a tray of tea. Margaret set it down without meeting Noras gaze.

Thomas took a cup.

I assume you have seen the solicitor’s letter Thomas said. The house is to be sold once the thirty daysre complete. Thomas has already spoken to an agent.

You have already spoken to an agent?

Of course. The property is expensive to maintain. The market is favourable. Your grandmother was sentimental about the place. Sentiment does not pay bills.

Nora watched Thomas stir his tea.

Did she leave anything

Thomass spoon stopped.

Only for a second.

Anything

Letters. Documents. Belongings Elise wanted Thomas to have.

Thomas set the spoon down.

Elise left Thomas the house for thirty days. Thomas imagines Elise thought that was enough.

Margaret’s fingers tightened around the handle of the teapot.

Nora noticed.

Thomas noticed Nora noticing.

Your grandmother became confused towards the end Thomas continued. She kept things she should have thrown away. Old photographs, old letters, old grievances. Don’t let any of it trouble you.

The words landed neatly.

Nora leaned back in her chair.

Did you know Elise was photographed at the harbour after she disappeared?

The room went silent.

A clock ticked above the fireplace.

Thomas lowered Thomass teacup onto its saucer. Thomass face remained composed. The muscles, along Thomass jaw tightened.

What photograph?

Nora held Thomass gaze.

One I found in the study.

Margaret turned sharply towards Nora.

Thomas did not look at Margaret. Thomas looked at Nora.

“You were in the study?”

“Yes.”

“I thought your grandmother kept that room locked.”

“She did.”

“And you had a key?”

Nora said nothing.

Thomas. Walked toward the window. Thomas pushed the curtain aside. There was only rain and the dark garden outside.

“Your grandmother had a tendency to collect things that did not belong to her " Thomas said. "She also had a tendency to attach meaning to events. If you found a photograph it does not mean anything happened.”

“It was dated August 14.”

Thomass hand stopped against the curtain.

Nora felt her pulse in her throat.

“Three days after Elise disappeared " Nora added.

Thomas turned.

“Photographs can be dated incorrectly.”

“The note on the back was in Grandmother’s handwriting.”

For the time since Thomas had entered the house Thomas looked genuinely angry.

Not. Uncontrolled. It was something a brief flash beneath the polished surface.

“What note?”

Nora knew then that Thomas had heard enough to understand the danger.

Nora also knew Nora had said much.

“I didn’t bring it down.”

Thomas studied Nora for a moment.

Then Thomas smiled.

It was the smile Thomas used at charity dinners and business meetings the one that made strangers trust Thomas before they had a reason to.

“Your grandmother loved a mystery " Thomas said. "She probably thought she was leaving Nora something.. There are things you need to understand about your sister.”

“I’ve spent twelve years trying to understand her.”

“And you’ve spent twelve years healing.”

“Have I?”

Thomass expression hardened.

“Nora.”

Nora hated the warning hidden inside her name.

“You were a child when Elise left " Thomas continued. "You could not have understood what was happening in this family. Neither could she, for that matter. She was angry, confused and determined to punish everyone around her.”

Nora thought of the photograph tucked inside her handbag.

Elise had been alive on August 14.

If Thomas was telling the truth why did Thomas look afraid of a photograph?

“Then tell me what happened " Nora said.

Thomas picked up his coat.

“Not today.”

Thomas walked toward the hallway.

Margaret followed Thomas. Nora remained where she was until Nora heard the front door open.

“Thomas " Margaret whispered.

Nora could not hear Thomass reply.

The door closed.

A moment later the sedan pulled away from the house.

Nora found Margaret standing beside the hallway chair staring at the space where Thomas had left his coat.

“You knew " Nora said.

Margaret closed her eyes.

“You knew something about Elise.”

“Please don’t do this now.”

“When then? After another twelve years?”

Margaret flinched.

Nora had never spoken to Aunt Margaret like that. Margaret had always been the one in the family the person who slipped Nora money when Thomas refused to give Nora any, who brought Nora hot chocolate during storms, who sat beside Nora after Elise disappeared.

Nora had trusted Aunt Margaret.

That trust now felt like another thing someone had quietly taken from Noras.

“I can’t explain everything " Margaret said.

“You don’t have to explain everything. Just stop pretending you know nothing.”

Margaret’s eyes filled,. Margaret blinked the tears away.

“Your father has always been good at making people believe the version of a story that suits him.”

It was not an answer.

It was the thing that Margaret had given Nora.

Nora stepped closer.

“Did Elise leave town?”

Margaret’s lips stayed silent.

The silence between them grew so heavy that Nora could hear the rain dripping from the gutters outside.

Finally Margaret whispered, "You should be careful, with what you find in this house.”

“That’s what Grandmother’s note said in another way.”

Margaret looked up sharply.

“What note?”

Nora realised her mistake.

The note in the study was not the same as the letter that grandmother had left in the bedroom. Margaret knew about the letter. Margaret had not seen the photograph’s inscription.

Perhaps Margaret had.

Nora could no longer tell.

“Nothing " Margaret said.

Margaret stepped back as if the word had struck Margaret.

“Your father will not let this go easily.”

“Neither will I.”

Nora took the handbag upstairs.

Nora locked the bedroom door. Pulled the photograph from its hiding place. For minutes Nora studied every detail. Elise’s face. The harbour railing. The pale building behind the photograph. The blurred figure at the edge of the frame.

Then Nora opened the phone. Enlarged the image that Nora had taken before leaving the study.

The financial records appeared on the screen.

Nora zoomed in on one of the transfers.

The payment had been made on August 13 the day before the photograph was taken. Another payment followed on August 20. The transfers continued at intervals for months then became less frequent stretching across several years.

They were not payments to a business.

They were payments to a person.

The name was partially obscured by a fold in the paper. Nora could make out the first letters.

E. W.

Elise Whitaker.

Nora sat still.

If the father had been sending money to Elise then the father had known Elise was alive.

The payments raised another question. Why did the father continue sending them for years while insisting that Elise had abandoned the family?

Nora’s phone vibrated.

An unknown number.

Nora stared at the screen before opening the message.

Stop looking into the harbour. Grandmother wasn’t the person who kept secrets.

A second message appeared before Nora could respond.

Ask Caleb Reed what Caleb saw that night.

Nora’s fingers went cold.

Caleb.

Nora had not heard Caleb’s name spoken in years without feeling the ache beneath the ribs.

At seventeen Nora had imagined a hundred futures with Caleb. Then Elise. Everything that followed became tangled in grief, anger and words neither Caleb nor Nora had known how to take back.

Caleb had stayed in Bellwether Cove.

Nora had left.

Their last conversation had ended outside the harbour office with Caleb standing in the rain and Nora telling Caleb she never wanted to see him

Nora had believed Caleb had chosen silence because Caleb did not care enough to fight for Nora.

Now a stranger was telling Nora that Caleb had seen something.

Nora read the message again.

Then Nora opened the contacts. Found a number that Nora had not deleted despite telling herself that the number had been forgotten years ago.

Caleb Reed.

Nora’s thumb hovered over the screen.

Nora was not ready to hear Caleb’s voice. Not yet.

Instead Nora opened the browser. Searched Caleb’s name.

The company website appeared first followed by a photograph of Caleb standing beside a built research vessel. Caleb looked older broader at the shoulders with a lines at the corners of his eyes. Caleb’s expression was serious almost severe.

Below the photograph was the company’s address.

Bellwether Harbour.

Caleb had built his life beside the water where Elise had last been seen.

Nora shut off the phone.

For the time since returning home Nora understood that the house was not the only place holding secrets.

The father had lied.

The aunt was afraid.

Grandmother had left a trail of clues.

And Caleb Reed, the boy Nora had once loved might have been carrying the truth for twelve years.

Nora looked towards the window. The rain had begun to ease leaving the sea restless beneath a ceiling of clouds.

Nora put the photograph back, into the handbag.

Tomorrow Nora would go to the harbour.

This time Nora would not leave without answers.