Sheriff Tate closed his eyes.
"My God."
I looked back at Emily's letter.
One paragraph remained.
Dad...
If Judy Langley ever finds this...
My heart stopped.
Rylie looked at me.
"She knew you?"
"No."
I looked at the date.
Emily had written the letter years before I became a detective.
Then I realized my mistake.
Below my name...
She had written another word.
I looked closer.
I had read it too quickly.
It didn't say Judy.
It said Judge Langley.
Sheriff Tate smiled.
"Your father."
I felt the breath leave my lungs.
My father had been a district judge before he retired. They moved to Dallas after I decided to live there.
Emily continued.
Judge Langley told our class once that truth doesn't disappear.
Sometimes it simply waits until someone is brave enough to uncover it.
I hope he's right.
I couldn't speak.
I'd heard those words before.
Not from Emily.