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CHAPTER 2 - THE MAN WHO LIED

Daniel Ruiz stopped three feet away, one hand still out as if he'd been searching every corner of the station.

"Lila, I told you to stay by the bookstore," he said, trying for calm. "You can't wander off."

The girl lowered her eyes, but she did not move closer to him.

Eleanor rose slowly. Her knees felt weak.

Daniel had aged. More gray at the temples. Heavier around the jaw. But she knew that face. Once, long ago, he had stood on the porch of her house in Santa Fe, hat in hand, and told her that her daughter Marisol had died in a highway accident in Arizona.

There had been a closed casket.

There had been paperwork.

There had been no body she was allowed to see.

Eleanor had lived with that wound because grief leaves you no choice.

Now here he was. Alive. Working at a train station in Albuquerque. Looking terrified.

"You know him?" the girl asked.

Eleanor kept her eyes on Daniel. "I did."

Daniel's voice hardened. "Ma'am, if that's your necklace, thank you, Lila, for returning it. We need to go."

But Lila did not hand it over. She held the completed heart between both hands, studying the two adults as if one honest answer must be hiding somewhere between them.

"My mother gave me this half," she said softly. "She said the other half belonged to someone who loved us."

Eleanor felt the words like a blow.

"Where is your mother?" she asked.

Daniel stepped in. "She's not well."

"What does that mean?" Eleanor said.

"It means this is not the place."

No one around them was listening. Travelers rolled past. Announcements echoed overhead. Yet the space felt terribly small.

Lila looked up at Daniel. "Why is she crying?"

Daniel swallowed.

Eleanor took one careful step closer. "If Marisol is alive, you don't get to walk away from me again."

He closed his eyes for one second, as if some final defense had collapsed.

Then he reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a folded train ticket.

One-way to Flagstaff.

Departure in thirty minutes.

"My wife isn't dead," he said. "But if you want to see your daughter alive, you need to come now."