Chapter Four

      “You mean we were in witness protection all this time?”

      “But why?”

      “How did that happen?”

      “Why didn’t you tell us?”

      The questions erupted all at once, echoing around the sunroom and bouncing off the glass ceiling, but the regal and lovely woman across the table held his attention like no other. Belle sat tall and strong, folded her slim hands and let the questions roll over her. Gratitude shone quietly in the dark depths of her unguarded eyes. For an instant he saw both the woman he’d loved—the young Isabella full of life and spirit—and this newer Belle, seasoned and confident. Both intrigued him. Both touched him.

      “We were sworn not to tell.” He spoke above the chaos of questions from their children, his gaze never wavering from Belle’s.

      The twins fell silent, although the room echoed with their frustrations and curiosity.

      “It was the only way,” he assured them. “Your mother witnessed a murder. She had Violet in her arms and Jack in a stroller. They were all in terrible danger. The thought of anything happening to you two—”

      He stopped before his voice could break and betray him, his walls went up and he shut down the emotion before it surfaced. Just like he always did, he realized. Force of habit and one habit he had to break.

      He gritted his teeth, took down his defenses and felt the terror of that long-ago time. “All I could think about was that man or his fellow drug dealers coming to gun you down, little Laurel and Tanner and my Isabella.”

      “Dad, that had to have been horrible to go through.” Grayson patted him on the shoulder, the beloved son he’d had the privilege to raise. “Not knowing if they would ever be safe.”

      “That’s why I testified.” Belle appeared a little shell-shocked, perhaps she’d realized what he’d tried to tell her. Although they were divorced, at that time, he’d still thought of her as his Isabella. “Witness protection meant safety.”

      “But what happened exactly?” Violet wanted to know.

      “You and Jack had awful earaches—I’d been up all night walking the floor with both of you,” Belle answered. “Our pediatrician squeezed you into her schedule, and I was on my way to the car when I heard the shot. I turned toward the sound and there he was standing in the alley with a dead man at his feet.”

      “You had to be terrified, Mom.” Maddie took her hand.

      “Petrified. Literally, since I couldn’t move. For an instant, I couldn’t believe what I saw. I just stared at the man, the murderer. It was like something out of someone else’s life.” Belle’s gentle face twisted with agony. “Then he pointed the gun at me.”

      “He tried to shoot you?” Jack bit out.

      “He aimed, and all I could think about were my precious babies. I had to keep you safe.” Conviction rang in her soft voice. “I got us away from there as fast as I could, although how was a mystery. I shook so hard, I could hardly run. I dashed back into the doctor’s office, fearing all the while the murderer would follow us in and finish the job. That fear haunted me until the police arrived.”

      “And from there it happened so fast.” Brian took over the story. “The marshals whisked the three of you away...we hardly had time to really say goodbye.”

      “There were a lot of things I meant to say and couldn’t,” Belle confessed, as if they were the only two in the room. “I’m so sorry, Brian. I hope you know—”

      “I know.” Solemn, understanding, the low notes in his words held the ring of truth. “It was a long time ago. We just weren’t meant to be.”

      “Exactly.” It was a hard truth to face. A lifetime separated her from Brian. Their divorce was so very long ago, making them both different people now.

      “I don’t understand.” Violet spoke up, ripping Belle out of her thoughts. She realized all five children watched her breathlessly.

      “It’s a lot of information all at once.” Her palms went damp and she gave a little push away from the table. Why was she trembling? Because the whole truth wasn’t out there. She’d kept a piece of it back. Not wanting to talk about it, she gestured toward the food. “No one’s eating. Lupita’s feelings will be hurt. You know the pride she takes in her cooking.”

      “So this was what you were keeping from us all along?” Jack’s handsome face compressed into hard lines. “Every time I asked about our father. Every time you refused. You could have told us the truth. All you had to do was to say we were in the Witness Protection Program.”

      “You could have told us, Dad.” Maddie’s gentle chiding felt like the first tumble of an avalanche before it crashed down a mountain and destroyed everything.

      What if the twins couldn’t understand? Belle worried. What if they blamed her?

      They wouldn’t be wrong to do so. She steeled her spine, determined to face the consequences of her long-ago decisions. Consequences she knew would hurt if they ever came to light.

      “Yeah, Dad, at least we would have known,” Grayson chimed in. “You let us believe Sharla was our real mother.”

      “You were so young, too young to understand, don’t you see?” Brian stood up, towering above them. His dark hair tumbled over his forehead as he surveyed each child. “It was hard for me to look at you every day and realize your twin was out there somewhere in the world and not knowing where. I wanted to tell you, but Violet and Jack were witnesses, too, and safer with your mother if nobody knew. It was a decision we made out of love, you have to understand that.”