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was thi
tudy door behind h
yours? Why was I there? And why have
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long day. "Your father left records that vanished after his death," he said. "Financial transfers, private letters
ecause you thought I
all. "How romantic. Did you choose me because
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eel the heat of him. For one reckless second I thought
ruth about our families, and let me believe this co
nderstand that whatever brought us togeth
me by speeding u
my eyes. "That is a question you should no
es, I remembered how he had held me when I was frightened, how his voice softened when he thought I was asleep
I set the photograph on the desk. "Tell me everythin
f you keep digging, you may discove
you may discover I am n
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wed at the edges, and the handwriting was my father's. I knew the first line before I
, in the same hand, was a sec
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said n
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ld he th
I tilted the page toward the desk lamp until it surfaced. It wasn't Dante's name, and it wasn't my father's. It read Adrian Rom
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