For several seconds, I couldn’t understand what my mother had just said. “Stay away from her.”<\/p>\n Arthur stopped.<\/p>\n He looked at Ben.<\/p>\n “You’re very much like your father.”<\/p>\n Ben’s expression hardened.<\/p>\n “You don’t know anything about me.”<\/p>\n “I know more than you think.”<\/p>\n Arthur looked at me.<\/p>\n “And I know exactly why your mother disappeared.”<\/p>\n My mother grabbed my arm.<\/p>\n “We have to go.”<\/p>\n “Not until you explain.”<\/p>\n “There’s no time.”<\/p>\n “You’ve had decades!”<\/p>\n She flinched.<\/p>\n I stepped closer.<\/p>\n “You let me believe you were dead.”<\/p>\n “I know.”<\/p>\n “You let me grow up without you.”<\/p>\n “I know.”<\/p>\n “You watched me from somewhere?”<\/p>\n Her tears fell.<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n She looked at Ben.<\/p>\n “Because of him.”<\/p>\n Ben stared.<\/p>\n “Because of me?”<\/p>\n My mother nodded.<\/p>\n “Your life was tied to his.”<\/p>\n Arthur laughed.<\/p>\n “Not just his life.”<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n “Your blood.”<\/p>\n I felt a chill.<\/p>\n “What are you talking about?”<\/p>\n Arthur pointed toward the old clinic.<\/p>\n “Go inside.”<\/p>\n My mother shook her head.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n Arthur smiled.<\/p>\n “Let her see it.”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n “Let her finally learn what you did.”<\/p>\n My mother grabbed my hand.<\/p>\n “Please.”<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “Don’t go inside.”<\/p>\n I pulled my hand away.<\/p>\n “I need the truth.”<\/p>\n Her expression broke.<\/p>\n “Then I’m coming with you.”<\/p>\n We carried Maria into the car.<\/p>\n Daniel stayed behind.<\/p>\n He refused to leave.<\/p>\n “I’m going back inside,” he said.<\/p>\n Ben looked at him.<\/p>\n “You’re going after Arthur?”<\/p>\n Daniel nodded.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n I looked at him.<\/p>\n “Then what?”<\/p>\n “I’m going to find out who that man was.”<\/p>\n He looked toward the clinic.<\/p>\n “The man with the gun wasn’t Arthur.”<\/p>\n My heart dropped.<\/p>\n “Then where is Arthur?”<\/p>\n Daniel looked at the darkness.<\/p>\n “That’s what scares me.”<\/p>\n We drove away.<\/p>\n My mother sat in the passenger seat.<\/p>\n Ben sat beside me in the back.<\/p>\n Maria was lying across the seats, barely conscious.<\/p>\n Every few seconds, she whispered something.<\/p>\n Sometimes a name.<\/p>\n Sometimes a date.<\/p>\n Sometimes the same word.<\/p>\n “Sorry.”<\/p>\n I didn’t know who she was apologizing to.<\/p>\n Maybe Ben.<\/p>\n Maybe me.<\/p>\n Maybe herself.<\/p>\n We eventually reached a small house outside the city.<\/p>\n My mother stopped the car.<\/p>\n “This is where I’ve been living.”<\/p>\n I looked at the house.<\/p>\n It was ordinary.<\/p>\n Too ordinary.<\/p>\n A small garden.<\/p>\n White walls.<\/p>\n Old curtains.<\/p>\n Nothing about it looked like the hiding place of someone who had disappeared for decades.<\/p>\n My mother opened the door.<\/p>\n “Come inside.”<\/p>\n The living room contained photographs.<\/p>\n Hundreds of them.<\/p>\n I walked toward the wall.<\/p>\n And stopped.<\/p>\n There I was.<\/p>\n Five years old.<\/p>\n At school.<\/p>\n Ten years old.<\/p>\n At a birthday party.<\/p>\n Sixteen.<\/p>\n Graduation.<\/p>\n Twenty-one.<\/p>\n My wedding.<\/p>\n Ellie.<\/p>\n Photographs from every stage of my life.<\/p>\n I turned toward my mother.<\/p>\n “You watched me.”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n “From far away.”<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n “Because I couldn’t come back.”<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n She looked at Ben.<\/p>\n “Because Linda had something.”<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n “A photograph.”<\/p>\n “Of what?”<\/p>\n “My father.”<\/p>\n I frowned.<\/p>\n “Your father?”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n “The man who was behind everything.”<\/p>\n Arthur.<\/p>\n I looked toward the window.<\/p>\n “So he was threatening you?”<\/p>\n “Not exactly.”<\/p>\n “What then?”<\/p>\n She sat down.<\/p>\n “He knew about the fire.”<\/p>\n “So?”<\/p>\n “He knew I had survived.”<\/p>\n “That isn’t enough.”<\/p>\n She shook her head.<\/p>\n “He also knew I had taken something from the house.”<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n “The original trust.”<\/p>\n I stared.<\/p>\n “The trust?”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n “The one Daniel was trying to protect.”<\/p>\n “Where is it?”<\/p>\n My mother looked at me.<\/p>\n “You have it.”<\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n She pointed toward my necklace.<\/p>\n I touched it.<\/p>\n A small silver pendant hung around my neck.<\/p>\n I’d had it since childhood.<\/p>\n My mother had given it to me.<\/p>\n I had never thought much about it.<\/p>\n “What does this have to do with the trust?”<\/p>\n She said:<\/p>\n “Open it.”<\/p>\n I looked at the pendant.<\/p>\n There was a tiny seam I had never noticed.<\/p>\n I pressed it.<\/p>\n The pendant opened.<\/p>\n Inside was a microscopic piece of paper.<\/p>\n I stared.<\/p>\n “What is this?”<\/p>\n My mother whispered:<\/p>\n “The final page.”<\/p>\n Ben leaned closer.<\/p>\n “Final page of what?”<\/p>\n My mother looked at him.<\/p>\n “The trust.”<\/p>\n He stared.<\/p>\n “But why was it hidden inside her necklace?”<\/p>\n “Because no one would search a child.”<\/p>\n I looked at my mother.<\/p>\n “You put it there?”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n “When?”<\/p>\n “The night of the fire.”<\/p>\n My heart pounded.<\/p>\n “Then how did I get it?”<\/p>\n “You were with me.”<\/p>\n “But I don’t remember.”<\/p>\n “You were a baby.”<\/p>\n I frowned.<\/p>\n “I’m not your biological daughter.”<\/p>\n My mother froze.<\/p>\n I waited.<\/p>\n She looked down.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n The room became silent.<\/p>\n “Then who are my parents?”<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “I am your mother.”<\/p>\n “But you just said\u2014”<\/p>\n “Biologically.”<\/p>\n I couldn’t breathe.<\/p>\n “But you said I wasn’t the daughter you thought I was.”<\/p>\n She shook her head.<\/p>\n “I said you weren’t the daughter I thought you were.”<\/p>\n I stared.<\/p>\n “What does that mean?”<\/p>\n She began crying.<\/p>\n “You’re my daughter.”<\/p>\n “But?”<\/p>\n “But you were never supposed to be born.”<\/p>\n Ben looked at her.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n She looked at him.<\/p>\n “Your father and I were never supposed to have children.”<\/p>\n I frowned.<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n “Because of the trust.”<\/p>\n I didn’t understand.<\/p>\n She continued:<\/p>\n “Arthur believed that if Daniel had a child, the inheritance would eventually pass to that child.”<\/p>\n “Ben?”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “Someone else.”<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n “Me?”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n “The trust was never originally created for Ben.”<\/p>\n I looked at the tiny paper.<\/p>\n “Then who was it for?”<\/p>\n My mother whispered:<\/p>\n “You.”<\/p>\n Ben stood completely still.<\/p>\n I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n “Me?”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n “Your grandfather created the trust for you.”<\/p>\n “But why?”<\/p>\n “Because you were his only biological grandchild.”<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n “That’s impossible.”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “It was changed later.”<\/p>\n “By who?”<\/p>\n “Arthur.”<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n “Because he wanted control.”<\/p>\n I looked at Ben.<\/p>\n “Then why was Ben involved?”<\/p>\n My mother sighed.<\/p>\n “Because Arthur needed a second heir.”<\/p>\n “What does that mean?”<\/p>\n “Ben’s existence complicated everything.”<\/p>\n She looked at him.<\/p>\n “Your biological father, Daniel, was supposed to inherit control of the trust.”<\/p>\n Ben frowned.<\/p>\n “But if the trust was mine\u2014”<\/p>\n “It wasn’t yours.”<\/p>\n She shook her head.<\/p>\n “It became yours after your grandfather changed the documents.”<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n “Because he realized Arthur was coming.”<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n “And my grandfather wanted to protect me?”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “Then why did you hide me?”<\/p>\n “Because Arthur was searching for you.”<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n “Because if you disappeared, the trust would be easier to control.”<\/p>\n I felt sick.<\/p>\n “So Linda and Gary took Ben.”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “To make him the heir?”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “But what about me?”<\/p>\n My mother looked at me.<\/p>\n “They thought you were dead.”<\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n “After the fire, everyone believed you died.”<\/p>\n I stared.<\/p>\n “I was alive.”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “Where?”<\/p>\n “With me.”<\/p>\n My mind couldn’t process it.<\/p>\n “You raised me?”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n “Then why did you leave?”<\/p>\n “Because Arthur found us.”<\/p>\n She told us what happened next.<\/p>\n After the fire, she escaped with me.<\/p>\n She was injured.<\/p>\n She couldn’t walk properly.<\/p>\n She hid in a small village.<\/p>\n For years, she watched me grow.<\/p>\n But Arthur eventually discovered she was alive.<\/p>\n He threatened her.<\/p>\n If she returned to me, he would come after us.<\/p>\n So she disappeared.<\/p>\n She watched from a distance.<\/p>\n She sent letters.<\/p>\n She paid people to protect me.<\/p>\n But she never came back.<\/p>\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n “Why didn’t you tell me?”<\/p>\n “Because every time I tried, someone was watching.”<\/p>\n “Who?”<\/p>\n “Arthur.”<\/p>\n “Where is he now?”<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n Ben suddenly spoke.<\/p>\n “You said Arthur had a photograph.”<\/p>\n My mother nodded.<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “Of what?”<\/p>\n She looked at him.<\/p>\n “Your mother.”<\/p>\n Ben frowned.<\/p>\n “Maria?”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “Her.”<\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n “My photograph?”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n She shook her head.<\/p>\n “Your grandmother.”<\/p>\n I felt a chill.<\/p>\n “What about her?”<\/p>\n “Arthur believes she knew where the final trust document was.”<\/p>\n “But she’s dead.”<\/p>\n My mother looked at me.<\/p>\n “That’s what everyone believes.”<\/p>\n I stared.<\/p>\n “What are you saying?”<\/p>\n She whispered:<\/p>\n “She may still be alive.”<\/p>\n Before I could respond, Maria stirred.<\/p>\n Her eyes opened.<\/p>\n She looked around.<\/p>\n “Where are we?”<\/p>\n Ben knelt beside her.<\/p>\n “You’re safe.”<\/p>\n Maria looked at my mother.<\/p>\n For several seconds, they stared at each other.<\/p>\n Then Maria whispered:<\/p>\n “You came back.”<\/p>\n My mother nodded.<\/p>\n “I had to.”<\/p>\n Maria looked at me.<\/p>\n “She knows?”<\/p>\n “Not everything.”<\/p>\n Maria reached for my hand.<\/p>\n “Then we have to tell her.”<\/p>\n My mother shook her head.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n Maria’s voice became stronger.<\/p>\n “She deserves to know.”<\/p>\n “Not yet.”<\/p>\n “She’s already involved.”<\/p>\n “Exactly.”<\/p>\n Maria looked at Ben.<\/p>\n “And so is he.”<\/p>\n Ben frowned.<\/p>\n “What am I involved in?”<\/p>\n Maria looked at him.<\/p>\n “The reason your father survived.”<\/p>\n Ben froze.<\/p>\n “My father?”<\/p>\n “Daniel.”<\/p>\n “He survived.”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “But why did he disappear?”<\/p>\n Maria took a breath.<\/p>\n “Because he made a deal.”<\/p>\n “What deal?”<\/p>\n “With Arthur.”<\/p>\n I felt a chill.<\/p>\n “What kind of deal?”<\/p>\n Maria whispered:<\/p>\n “He agreed to disappear if Arthur left you alone.”<\/p>\n Ben stared.<\/p>\n “Me?”<\/p>\n Maria nodded.<\/p>\n “Arthur wanted you dead.”<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n “Because you were the last person who could expose him.”<\/p>\n Ben looked confused.<\/p>\n “How?”<\/p>\n Maria looked at my mother.<\/p>\n “Tell him.”<\/p>\n My mother closed her eyes.<\/p>\n Then she said:<\/p>\n “Ben wasn’t the only baby in that house.”<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n My mother looked at me.<\/p>\n “There were two babies.”<\/p>\n I stared.<\/p>\n “Two?”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “Who was the other one?”<\/p>\n She looked toward me.<\/p>\n “You.”<\/p>\n My mind went blank.<\/p>\n I looked at Ben.<\/p>\n Then Maria.<\/p>\n Then my mother.<\/p>\n “You’re saying Ben and I were both babies in that house?”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n “But how?”<\/p>\n “Because you were born only months apart.”<\/p>\n “That doesn’t make sense.”<\/p>\n “It does.”<\/p>\n She looked at Ben.<\/p>\n “Daniel and Maria had Ben.”<\/p>\n Then she looked at me.<\/p>\n “Your mother and I…”<\/p>\n She stopped.<\/p>\n “Your mother?”<\/p>\n “My biological mother.”<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “She was pregnant at the same time.”<\/p>\n I felt dizzy.<\/p>\n “Then why did everyone think I died?”<\/p>\n “Because they needed one child to disappear.”<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n “Because Arthur could control the trust if he controlled the heirs.”<\/p>\n Ben finally understood.<\/p>\n “Two children.”<\/p>\n My mother nodded.<\/p>\n “Two heirs.”<\/p>\n “One trust.”<\/p>\n “One family.”<\/p>\n “And one person trying to control all of it.”<\/p>\n I whispered:<\/p>\n “Arthur.”<\/p>\n Maria nodded.<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n Then Ben noticed something.<\/p>\n He picked up the trust paper from my pendant.<\/p>\n “There’s a name here.”<\/p>\n I looked.<\/p>\n At the bottom of the tiny page was a signature.<\/p>\n Thomas Hale.<\/strong><\/p>\n My father.<\/p>\n But beneath it was another signature.<\/p>\n Arthur Hale.<\/strong><\/p>\n Ben stared.<\/p>\n “Arthur signed the trust.”<\/p>\n Maria nodded.<\/p>\n “He created it.”<\/p>\n I frowned.<\/p>\n “Then why would he destroy it?”<\/p>\n “He didn’t want the money.”<\/p>\n I looked at her.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n Maria’s voice became quiet.<\/p>\n “He wanted the family.”<\/p>\n I didn’t understand.<\/p>\n She continued:<\/p>\n “Arthur believed the family belonged to him.”<\/p>\n Ben stared.<\/p>\n “That’s insane.”<\/p>\n “He believed blood gave him ownership.”<\/p>\n My mother nodded.<\/p>\n “And he spent decades proving it.”<\/p>\n Suddenly, everything made sense.<\/p>\n The custody plan.<\/p>\n The surveillance.<\/p>\n The red cup.<\/p>\n The manipulation.<\/p>\n The hidden identities.<\/p>\n It wasn’t just about money.<\/p>\n Arthur wanted control.<\/p>\n Control over Ben.<\/p>\n Control over me.<\/p>\n Control over our children.<\/p>\n Control over the entire family.<\/p>\n And now he knew we had discovered the truth.<\/p>\n Then the phone rang.<\/p>\n My mother’s phone.<\/p>\n She looked at the screen.<\/p>\n Her face changed.<\/p>\n “Don’t answer.”<\/p>\n I stared.<\/p>\n “Who is it?”<\/p>\n She showed me.<\/p>\n The caller ID read:<\/p>\n ARTHUR<\/strong><\/p>\n Ben stood.<\/p>\n “Answer.”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n “Answer.”<\/p>\n She shook her head.<\/p>\n Ben took the phone.<\/p>\n He pressed accept.<\/p>\n “Hello?”<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n Then Arthur spoke.<\/p>\n “Benjamin.”<\/p>\n Ben said nothing.<\/p>\n Arthur continued:<\/p>\n “You found the trust.”<\/p>\n Ben stared at the phone.<\/p>\n “Where is my mother?”<\/p>\n Arthur laughed.<\/p>\n “You have two mothers.”<\/p>\n Ben’s jaw tightened.<\/p>\n “Maria.”<\/p>\n “She’s alive.”<\/p>\n “Where is she?”<\/p>\n “With you.”<\/p>\n Ben looked toward Maria.<\/p>\n Arthur continued:<\/p>\n “But the other one…”<\/p>\n He paused.<\/p>\n “She’s closer than you think.”<\/p>\n Ben frowned.<\/p>\n “What does that mean?”<\/p>\n Arthur said:<\/p>\n “Look behind you.”<\/p>\n Ben turned.<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n Then Arthur whispered:<\/p>\n “Not everyone in that room is who they claim to be.”<\/p>\n The call ended.<\/p>\n We all stared at each other.<\/p>\n Nobody moved.<\/p>\n Then I noticed something.<\/p>\n A photograph on the wall.<\/p>\n It showed my mother when she was young.<\/p>\n Beside her was another woman.<\/p>\n A woman I had never seen.<\/p>\n But she looked familiar.<\/p>\n Very familiar.<\/p>\n I stepped closer.<\/p>\n “Who is that?”<\/p>\n My mother went pale.<\/p>\n “Nobody.”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n I pointed.<\/p>\n “Who is she?”<\/p>\n My mother wouldn’t answer.<\/p>\n Maria stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n Then whispered:<\/p>\n “That’s Arthur’s wife.”<\/p>\n Ben looked at her.<\/p>\n “Arthur was married?”<\/p>\n Maria nodded.<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “What’s her name?”<\/p>\n Maria looked at my mother.<\/p>\n Then said:<\/p>\n “Elizabeth.”<\/p>\n My blood froze.<\/p>\n Because Elizabeth was the name written on the old birth certificate.<\/p>\n The name of the woman who had supposedly given birth to me.<\/p>\n I stared at my mother.<\/p>\n “That’s my biological mother.”<\/p>\n She nodded.<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “But you’re my mother.”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “Then why does the birth certificate say Elizabeth?”<\/p>\n My mother began crying.<\/p>\n “Because Elizabeth was your biological mother.”<\/p>\n The room spun.<\/p>\n “Then who are you?”<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “I adopted you.”<\/p>\n I couldn’t breathe.<\/p>\n All my life, I had believed she was my biological mother.<\/p>\n She wasn’t.<\/p>\n And the woman who was my biological mother was the wife of the man hunting us.<\/p>\n Arthur’s wife.<\/p>\n Elizabeth.<\/p>\n I turned toward Ben.<\/p>\n He looked just as shocked.<\/p>\n Then Maria whispered:<\/p>\n “There’s one more thing.”<\/p>\n Everyone looked at her.<\/p>\n She reached into her coat.<\/p>\n She pulled out an old photograph.<\/p>\n It showed two women holding two babies.<\/p>\n Elizabeth.<\/p>\n And Maria.<\/p>\n Behind them stood Arthur.<\/p>\n But there was something strange.<\/p>\n A date written across the bottom.<\/p>\n The date was one year before Ben and I were born.<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared.<\/p>\n “That’s impossible.”<\/p>\n Maria shook her head.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n “That’s when everything changed.”<\/p>\n “What changed?”<\/p>\n She looked at Ben.<\/p>\n Then at me.<\/p>\n “The babies in that photograph…”<\/p>\n She paused.<\/p>\n “…weren’t you.”<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n “Then who were they?”<\/p>\n Maria’s voice dropped to a whisper.<\/p>\n “That’s the question we’ve been trying to answer for forty-seven years.”<\/p>\n Outside, a car engine suddenly started.<\/p>\n My mother rushed to the window.<\/p>\n Her face went white.<\/p>\n “He’s here.”<\/p>\n Ben stood.<\/p>\n “Arthur?”<\/p>\n She shook her head.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n “Then who?”<\/p>\n She pointed toward the driveway.<\/p>\n A black car was parked outside.<\/p>\n The driver’s door opened.<\/p>\n A man stepped out.<\/p>\n He looked directly at the house.<\/p>\n Then he raised his hand.<\/p>\n In it was another photograph.<\/p>\n Maria whispered:<\/p>\n “Gary.”<\/p>\n I stared.<\/p>\n “But Gary was with Linda.”<\/p>\n Maria shook her head.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n She looked terrified.<\/p>\n “That wasn’t Gary.”<\/p>\n Ben’s face went pale.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n Maria whispered:<\/p>\n “The man who helped Linda all these years…”<\/p>\n She pointed toward the window.<\/p>\n “…wasn’t Gary.”<\/p>\n The man outside looked up.<\/p>\n And smiled.<\/p>\n Then my mother whispered the words that made my blood run cold:<\/p>\n “Gary died twenty years ago.”<\/p>\n Ben stared through the window.<\/p>\n “Then who have I been calling Dad?”<\/p>\n The front door handle slowly began to turn.<\/p>\n And from the other side came a familiar voice.<\/p>\n “Open the door, son.”<\/p>\n Ben stepped backward.<\/p>\n 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\nThe world around me seemed to disappear.
\nThe abandoned clinic.
\nThe blood on Maria’s coat.
\nBen standing beside me.
\nArthur watching from the darkness.
\nNone of it mattered.
\nI could hear only one sentence.
\n\u201cI gave her you.\u201d
\n<\/strong>I stared at my mother.
\n“What does that mean?”
\nShe was crying.
\n“I was trying to protect you.”
\n“Protect me from what?”
\nShe looked toward Arthur.
\n“From him.”
\nArthur smiled.
\n“You see?”
\nHe slowly stepped forward.
\n“She still can’t tell you the truth.”
\nMy mother shook her head.
\n“Don’t listen to him.”
\nArthur laughed.
\n“After all these years, you’re still afraid.”
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