I couldn’t let Mr. Reynolds’ words go.

That night, after Daddy fell asleep with his arm wrapped possessively around me and his hand resting on my growing belly, I slipped out of bed again. My heart was pounding as I crept into his private office the one room on the island he rarely let me enter alone.

The laptop was password protected, but I knew the code. I had watched him type it once.

My hands shook as I opened folders labeled “Personal.”

I found old photos first.

Alexander with my mother on their wedding day. She looked happy, but there was something in her eyes a quiet exhaustion I...