\u201cThe rights attached to it.\u201d Nothing.<\/p>\n My father had apparently left me the third page of something without the first two.<\/p>\n I called Paola.<\/p>\n \u201cDid you see anything about missing pages?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere’s a handwritten number three on this letter.\u201d<\/p>\n She went quiet.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cLuc\u00eda, don’t throw anything away.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI won’t.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd don’t sign the listing agreement until we understand what we’re looking at.\u201d<\/p>\n I sat there silently.<\/p>\n A few minutes earlier, I had been thinking about selling the apartment as quickly as possible.<\/p>\n Now I wasn’t sure I could sell it at all.<\/p>\n Not until I understood what my father had intended.<\/p>\n I opened every folder I had.<\/p>\n Tax records.<\/p>\n Insurance documents.<\/p>\n Old bank statements.<\/p>\n Estate paperwork.<\/p>\n Property maintenance receipts.<\/p>\n There were dozens of pages.<\/p>\n Some had my mother’s handwriting.<\/p>\n Some had my father’s.<\/p>\n I spread everything across the table.<\/p>\n Then I noticed something.<\/p>\n A photograph.<\/p>\n It had been tucked behind the estate documents.<\/p>\n I picked it up.<\/p>\n It showed my father standing outside the apartment building.<\/p>\n He was younger.<\/p>\n Much younger.<\/p>\n Maybe ten years before I had ever met Andr\u00e9s.<\/p>\n Beside him stood another man.<\/p>\n I didn’t recognize him.<\/p>\n I turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n There was writing on the back.<\/p>\n \u201cWith M. Alvarez \u2014 final agreement.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n My heart skipped.<\/p>\n I called Paola.<\/p>\n \u201cI found a photograph.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cOf what?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy father. With someone named M. Alvarez.\u201d<\/p>\n There was a pause.<\/p>\n Then Paola said, \u201cAlvarez?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s the name on one of the older property documents.\u201d<\/p>\n I sat upright.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat document?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe original property file has a reference to an Alvarez legal office.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n \u201cCan you find out who he was?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI’ll try.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPlease.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI’ll call you.\u201d<\/p>\n The conversation ended.<\/p>\n I remained at the table.<\/p>\n The apartment suddenly felt different.<\/p>\n Not because I was inside it.<\/p>\n I wasn’t.<\/p>\n But because I was beginning to understand that the property had a history I had never bothered to investigate.<\/p>\n My parents had always told me it was mine.<\/p>\n I had accepted that.<\/p>\n I never asked why.<\/p>\n I never asked what it had cost them.<\/p>\n I never asked what agreements had been attached to it.<\/p>\n I simply knew that when they were gone, the apartment came to me.<\/p>\n That had been enough.<\/p>\n Until now.<\/p>\n My phone buzzed.<\/p>\n A message from Andr\u00e9s.<\/p>\n \u201cWe need to talk.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I ignored it.<\/p>\n Another message.<\/p>\n \u201cThis isn’t fair.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n \u201cMom and Diego can’t just be left without a place.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at that one for a long time.<\/p>\n Not because I felt responsible.<\/p>\n Because of what it revealed.<\/p>\n He still wasn’t asking how I was.<\/p>\n He wasn’t asking whether I was okay.<\/p>\n He wasn’t asking why I had reached the point where leaving felt easier than staying.<\/p>\n He was worried about his mother and brother.<\/p>\n Even now.<\/p>\n I placed the phone face down.<\/p>\n A few minutes later, another message arrived.<\/p>\n This time, it was from Teresa.<\/p>\n \u201cYour father would be ashamed of how selfish you’ve become.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n That sentence hit differently.<\/p>\n Not because she knew my father.<\/p>\n She barely knew him.<\/p>\n But because she had mentioned him.<\/p>\n I typed a response.<\/p>\n Deleted it.<\/p>\n Typed another.<\/p>\n Deleted that too.<\/p>\n Finally, I wrote nothing.<\/p>\n I had spent three years explaining myself to people who were committed to misunderstanding me.<\/p>\n I wasn’t doing it anymore.<\/p>\n The next morning, Paola arrived at my temporary place with a folder.<\/p>\n She didn’t sit down immediately.<\/p>\n She placed the folder on the table.<\/p>\n Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n \u201cI found the Alvarez reference.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was a law office.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWas?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThey closed years ago.\u201d<\/p>\n She opened the folder.<\/p>\n \u201cThere was an attorney named Mateo Alvarez. Your father worked with him when he acquired the property.\u201d<\/p>\n I stared at the name.<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat is the strange part.\u201d<\/p>\n She handed me a copy.<\/p>\n I read the document.<\/p>\n It described the property.<\/p>\n But there was something else.<\/p>\n A clause.<\/p>\n A restriction.<\/p>\n A set of rights connected to the land.<\/p>\n I read it twice.<\/p>\n Then a third time.<\/p>\n \u201cThis can’t be right.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt is.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does it mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt means your father didn’t simply leave you the apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n She pointed toward the document.<\/p>\n \u201cHe transferred the property together with an interest attached to it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat kind of interest?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s what we’re trying to establish.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cWho else knew about this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCould Andr\u00e9s know?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMaybe.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTeresa?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI doubt it.\u201d<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n \u201cNo. If they knew, they wouldn’t have treated me like that.\u201d<\/p>\n Paola gave me a look.<\/p>\n \u201cPeople can know something and still believe they can control you.\u201d<\/p>\n I thought about that.<\/p>\n She continued.<\/p>\n \u201cBut there is something else.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe original agreement appears to have been renewed at some point.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n She gave me the date.<\/p>\n I recognized it immediately.<\/p>\n It was the year my parents had become seriously ill.<\/p>\n My hands went cold.<\/p>\n \u201cThey changed it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe need the original.\u201d<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere is it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s the problem.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat problem?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe original isn’t in your estate file.\u201d<\/p>\n My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt should be.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen where is it?\u201d<\/p>\n Paola didn’t answer.<\/p>\n She looked down at the folder.<\/p>\n \u201cI think someone removed it.\u201d<\/p>\n The room became silent.<\/p>\n I stood up.<\/p>\n \u201cRemoved it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThat’s my suspicion.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBy who?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCould it have been lost?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCould it have been misplaced?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBut you think someone took it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI think we need to consider the possibility.\u201d<\/p>\n I walked toward the window.<\/p>\n Outside, people were moving through their ordinary morning routines.<\/p>\n Cars.<\/p>\n Coffee.<\/p>\n People going to work.<\/p>\n Nothing about the world looked different.<\/p>\n Yet my life had somehow become a question hidden inside an old property file.<\/p>\n I thought about Andr\u00e9s.<\/p>\n Then Teresa.<\/p>\n Then Diego.<\/p>\n No.<\/p>\n It couldn’t be.<\/p>\n Could it?<\/p>\n They had lived in the apartment for years.<\/p>\n They had access to everything.<\/p>\n They had moved things.<\/p>\n Opened closets.<\/p>\n Used rooms.<\/p>\n Handled mail.<\/p>\n Could someone have found the document without telling me?<\/p>\n I didn’t know.<\/p>\n And I wasn’t going to accuse anyone without proof.<\/p>\n But I suddenly understood something.<\/p>\n If the document mattered enough for someone to remove it, then my father had known something was valuable.<\/p>\n And whatever it was, it might explain why he had insisted the apartment remain solely in my name.<\/p>\n Paola closed the folder.<\/p>\n \u201cI have a recommendation.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cDon’t sell yet.\u201d<\/p>\n I nodded.<\/p>\n \u201cI agree.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd don’t tell Andr\u00e9s what we’ve found.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause we don’t know what he knows.\u201d<\/p>\n That sentence stayed with me.<\/p>\n I had trusted Andr\u00e9s for years.<\/p>\n Maybe that was the problem.<\/p>\n Trust had made me ignore questions I should have asked.<\/p>\n I thought about the first time Teresa had called the apartment \u201cher son’s place.\u201d<\/p>\n I remembered Andr\u00e9s laughing when I corrected her.<\/p>\n I remembered him saying, \u201cWhy does it matter?\u201d<\/p>\n It mattered now.<\/p>\n Everything mattered now.<\/p>\n That afternoon, I went back to the apartment building.<\/p>\n I didn’t tell Andr\u00e9s.<\/p>\n I went alone.<\/p>\n The building manager recognized me.<\/p>\n \u201cMs. Herrera.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you moving?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI am.\u201d<\/p>\n He looked surprised.<\/p>\n \u201cI heard there was some family trouble.\u201d<\/p>\n I forced a small smile.<\/p>\n \u201cSomething like that.\u201d<\/p>\n He hesitated.<\/p>\n Then he said, \u201cThere is something I should probably give you.\u201d<\/p>\n He disappeared into the office.<\/p>\n When he returned, he was carrying a large envelope.<\/p>\n My name was written across it.<\/p>\n Not typed.<\/p>\n Written.<\/p>\n In my father’s handwriting.<\/p>\n I stared at it.<\/p>\n \u201cWhere did you get this?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was in the building records.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cFor how long?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n He handed it to me.<\/p>\n I didn’t open it there.<\/p>\n I took it upstairs.<\/p>\n The apartment door was unlocked.<\/p>\n I stepped inside.<\/p>\n Nobody was there.<\/p>\n The silence felt strange.<\/p>\n I walked directly to the kitchen table.<\/p>\n I placed the envelope down.<\/p>\n My father’s handwriting looked exactly as I remembered.<\/p>\n My hands shook as I opened it.<\/p>\n Inside was a single sheet of paper.<\/p>\n And one photograph.<\/p>\n The photograph showed my parents standing in front of the apartment.<\/p>\n But they weren’t alone.<\/p>\n The same man from the other photograph stood beside them.<\/p>\n Mateo Alvarez.<\/p>\n On the back, my father had written:<\/p>\n \u201cIf anyone ever tells you this property belongs to the family, remember this picture.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at the sentence.<\/p>\n Then I read the paper.<\/p>\n It was not a letter.<\/p>\n It was an instruction.<\/p>\n My father’s instruction.<\/p>\n It explained that the apartment had been purchased under an agreement that protected my inheritance.<\/p>\n But there was something more.<\/p>\n The property was connected to another parcel of land.<\/p>\n A small commercial space.<\/p>\n A storage building.<\/p>\n And a set of rights involving future development.<\/p>\n I read the numbers.<\/p>\n Then read them again.<\/p>\n I didn’t understand the full legal meaning.<\/p>\n But I understood enough to know one thing.<\/p>\n The apartment wasn’t just an apartment.<\/p>\n The property had potential value far beyond the home I had been living in.<\/p>\n And my parents had known.<\/p>\n I sat down.<\/p>\n My heart was pounding.<\/p>\n Then I reached the last paragraph.<\/p>\n It said:<\/p>\n \u201cLuc\u00eda, this belongs to you alone. Do not allow anyone to convince you that marriage, family pressure, or financial dependence changes that.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I stopped.<\/p>\n The words were almost too perfect.<\/p>\n They were written years before Andr\u00e9s had ever thrown my purse into the hallway.<\/p>\n Before Teresa had ever served me cold leftovers.<\/p>\n Before Diego had taken over my office.<\/p>\n Before any of them had entered my life.<\/p>\n My father had not known the future.<\/p>\n But somehow, his warning described it.<\/p>\n I kept reading.<\/p>\n The final sentence was underlined.<\/p>\n \u201cIf you ever feel pressured to surrender this property, speak to the Alvarez office before making any decision.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at the empty space below the sentence.<\/p>\n The Alvarez office was gone.<\/p>\n But the document existed.<\/p>\n And Paola had already found the attorney’s name.<\/p>\n I immediately called her.<\/p>\n \u201cI found the missing document.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt was in the building records.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAre you serious?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does it say?\u201d<\/p>\n I told her.<\/p>\n There was silence.<\/p>\n Then she asked, \u201cLuc\u00eda, are you sitting down?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI just received something from an old records database.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart started beating faster.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did you find?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe Alvarez office had a successor firm.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIn the same city.\u201d<\/p>\n I stood up.<\/p>\n \u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cCan they access the old files?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cPossibly.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen find them.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI already did.\u201d<\/p>\n She paused.<\/p>\n \u201cThey have a copy of the original agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n My mouth went dry.<\/p>\n \u201cCan we get it?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere’s a process.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cStart it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n Then Paola said something else.<\/p>\n \u201cLuc\u00eda\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere is one name mentioned in the records that I don’t think you’re going to like.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhose?\u201d<\/p>\n She hesitated.<\/p>\n \u201cTeresa Herrera.\u201d<\/p>\n My entire body went still.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYour mother-in-law’s name appears in a later correspondence.\u201d<\/p>\n I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n \u201cPaola, why?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat’s the date?\u201d<\/p>\n She gave it to me.<\/p>\n My heart dropped.<\/p>\n It was only months after Teresa had moved into the apartment.<\/p>\n Before Diego officially moved in.<\/p>\n Before the worst of the conflict began.<\/p>\n Before I had even realized how permanent her stay would become.<\/p>\n I sat back down.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat’s the correspondence about?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t have the full file yet.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen get it.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n The call ended.<\/p>\n I stared at the floor.<\/p>\n Teresa had told me she had nothing to do with my parents’ property.<\/p>\n She had told everyone the apartment belonged to Andr\u00e9s.<\/p>\n She had acted as though the deed was irrelevant.<\/p>\n But her name was somewhere inside the legal history.<\/p>\n Why?<\/p>\n That question followed me for the rest of the day.<\/p>\n Then another thought came.<\/p>\n Something I hadn’t considered.<\/p>\n If Teresa knew anything about the property, why had she been so confident that I would eventually come back?<\/p>\n Why had she told me she would \u201clet\u201d me return?<\/p>\n Why had Andr\u00e9s been so certain I would apologize?<\/p>\n Maybe they weren’t simply arrogant.<\/p>\n Maybe they believed they had leverage.<\/p>\n Maybe they knew something about the property that I didn’t.<\/p>\n That possibility frightened me more than the idea of losing the apartment.<\/p>\n That night, I didn’t sleep.<\/p>\n At 2:17 in the morning, my phone rang.<\/p>\n Unknown number.<\/p>\n I almost ignored it.<\/p>\n Then I answered.<\/p>\n \u201cHello?\u201d<\/p>\n A man’s voice responded.<\/p>\n \u201cIs this Luc\u00eda Herrera?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cMy name is Daniel Alvarez.\u201d<\/p>\n I sat upright.<\/p>\n \u201cAlvarez?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI believe you recently contacted my office regarding a property formerly handled by my uncle.\u201d<\/p>\n My father’s attorney.<\/p>\n Mateo Alvarez.<\/p>\n I swallowed.<\/p>\n \u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n He paused.<\/p>\n \u201cI’ve reviewed the old file.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThere is something you need to know before you sell that apartment.\u201d<\/p>\n My heart began pounding.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI don’t think your husband knows the full story.\u201d<\/p>\n I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cIt means the property was protected for a reason.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat reason?\u201d<\/p>\n He hesitated.<\/p>\n Then said:<\/p>\n \u201cYour father believed someone would eventually try to take control of it.\u201d<\/p>\n I couldn’t move.<\/p>\n \u201cWho?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWe don’t know.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThen why is Teresa’s name in the file?\u201d<\/p>\n There was silence.<\/p>\n Longer this time.<\/p>\n Finally, Daniel said:<\/p>\n \u201cThat is exactly what we need to discuss.\u201d<\/p>\n My hand tightened around the phone.<\/p>\n \u201cTell me.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI can’t explain everything over the phone.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cBecause there are documents involved.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhat documents?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cThe original agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cAnd a second agreement.\u201d<\/p>\n My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n \u201cWhat second agreement?\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel’s voice became quieter.<\/p>\n \u201cThe one your mother-in-law signed.\u201d<\/p>\n I stopped breathing.<\/p>\n Teresa.<\/p>\n My mother-in-law.<\/p>\n Had signed something connected to my father’s property.<\/p>\n And suddenly, the entire last three years looked different.<\/p>\n The arguments.<\/p>\n The pressure.<\/p>\n The insistence that the apartment was Andr\u00e9s’s.<\/p>\n The way Teresa had taken control of rooms.<\/p>\n The way she had treated me like the outsider.<\/p>\n The way she had always acted strangely confident.<\/p>\n Maybe she hadn’t simply moved in because she needed somewhere to stay.<\/p>\n Maybe she had a reason.<\/p>\n I whispered:<\/p>\n \u201cWhat did she sign?\u201d<\/p>\n Daniel answered:<\/p>\n \u201cWe need to meet in person.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhen?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cTomorrow.\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cWhere?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cI’ll send you the address.\u201d<\/p>\n The call ended.<\/p>\n I stared at the phone.<\/p>\n Then it buzzed.<\/p>\n A message.<\/p>\n From Andr\u00e9s.<\/p>\n \u201cMom told me you found something.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n I hadn’t told him.<\/p>\n I hadn’t told Teresa.<\/p>\n I hadn’t told anyone.<\/p>\n I slowly read the message again.<\/p>\n Then another one appeared.<\/p>\n \u201cWhatever you think you found, don’t make a mistake.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n A third message arrived.<\/p>\n \u201cYou don’t know what my mother knows.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n I sat completely still.<\/p>\n For the first time, I understood.<\/p>\n They knew.<\/p>\n Maybe not everything.<\/p>\n But enough.<\/p>\n Enough to be afraid.<\/p>\n And for the first time since I had left that apartment, I wasn’t wondering whether I had made the right decision.<\/p>\n I was wondering what my husband and his family had been hiding from me.<\/p>\n Because if Teresa had signed an agreement connected to my father’s property\u2026<\/p>\n then the cold plate at dinner had never been the real story.<\/p>\n The apartment had.<\/p>\n And whatever was buried inside those old documents was powerful enough to make the people who had spent three years ordering me around suddenly nervous.<\/p>\n I looked at the old photograph of my father.<\/p>\n His eyes seemed to follow me from the table.<\/p>\n I remembered his final warning.<\/p>\n \u201cIf anyone ever tells you this property belongs to the family, remember this picture.\u201d<\/strong><\/p>\n For three years, I had believed that sentence was simply about ownership.<\/p>\n Now I wasn’t so sure.<\/p>\n Maybe my father had known exactly who I would need protection from.<\/p>\n And maybe the person I had trusted most was connected to the very secret he had spent years trying to protect.<\/p>\n The next morning, I was going to find out.<\/p>\n And when I finally opened the second agreement\u2026<\/p>\n I would discover why Teresa had never been afraid of losing the apartment.<\/p>\n Because she believed she had a legal claim to something far more 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\nI repeated Paola’s words slowly.
\n\u201cWhat rights?\u201d
\n\u201cI don’t want to tell you until I have the full paperwork in front of me,\u201d she said. \u201cBut your father’s estate documents are more complicated than a simple inheritance.\u201d
\nI looked down at the old letter.
\nMy father’s handwriting was unmistakable.
\nThe same handwriting I remembered from birthday cards, grocery lists, and notes he used to leave on the kitchen counter.
\nExcept this time, the words weren’t ordinary.
\nThey had been written for me.
\nFor a future he could not possibly have known.
\nI turned the page over.
\nNothing.
\nI checked the next page.
\nNothing.
\nThen I noticed a small handwritten number in the bottom corner.
\n3.
\n<\/strong>I frowned.
\nThere was no page one.
\nNo page two.
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