"That child is the real Mark Miller, right?" Stephen asked.

"Yes." Yvonne nodded. "The real Mark Miller has been dead a long time ago. The Mark Miller now …"

Perhaps he was just a substitute for Jennifer.

Thinking about that, Yvonne furrowed her brows. "Do you think Mark knows about this?"

"You might have to ask him." Stephen looked at Truman's grave with mixed feelings.

"If Mark doesn't know about this, the truth might very well destroy him."

If a child who had grown up holding a grudge w