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ing on repeat, but it didn't m
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screams. No fight. Just a cl
it to look like she'
knew b
e gone willingly. Not after that
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wasn't
as per
e outside
ckly. "Neighbors said she left hours ago.
ack her emp
dead thirty minutes afte
pho
ned
tags at
thi
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. "Ethan... this is de
kno
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rized to enter our private garage this we
on
re walking off
ha
care
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by documents-files from the foundation, old E
ke my life depended on
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amily that hated mess, emotions, or scandal. The orphanage was
n more threateni
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love ov
made her
oung Rossy smiling with Elean
still lived. And she w
t let her
straight to the one perso
ri
m, lifting weights like he wa
not even out of breath
she?" I sa
d mid-se
os
hen chuckled.
ho I'm talk
ked over to the water cooler. "You are
ist, but I kept
he orphanage,"
t his a
f something cold pa
r's project. And I know you signed the closur
rink, sipped slowly.
e is
e give you some advice, Ethan. S
not a
think this is about a girl with a mop and
enligh
tion. Not guilt. Survival. You want to burn down the house our
want th
play the hero? Fine. Just know heroes don't surviv
od ran
ie in a car c
g, unreadable lo
Ethan. L
e we'd just had a
n't g
place I wanted to b
Milan, hidden behind stone walls and securit
sitting room, dressed
. "Twice in one m
about E
ffened.
d the
her, face unreadable. "What
er from the r
s that hurt this
someone," I snapped.
n. "She gave it away. She chose her heart
them both.
ther
u k
had a child. The girl vanished after the f
d. "And someone
hand went
er look
't ask ho
ready k
ng, I ha
e into the storage va
s rest
any
boxes stacked high, untouched for years. I found the
s a seale
ke it
letter-dated the y
my daughter, Rossy Moretti Edmond, has full rights to the Edmond cha
Eleano
eath
sn't jus
was
silence. The b
ren't a
were
one b
ge from an un
t for long. One more step,