“Whitmore’s father,” she said slowly, “Gerald Whitmore Sr. Not the lawyer. The father. He had a son who died young. Officially. 1996. A boy named Thomas Whitmore. There was a small obituary. A private service. No one outside the family attended.”
The baby kicked. I put my hand flat on him.
“What are you saying.”
“I’m saying I don’t think Thomas Whitmore continue reading …
