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photograph of my mother, Catherine, as a young woman. The hair and eye color were di

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't look away. This woman, Emilia, the line of her jaw, the fi

ily's photo albums.

lost child... my sister... my hear

reached into his jacket, pulled out a p

face, as if trying to

scrawled his name at the bo

e. She took the signed document,

h, her voice thick with manufactured tears. "Emilia,

a winter grave. "I ruined his party? Sophie, you ruined

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e, his voice a low growl directed at Emilia

contempt, then simply walked ar

nd followed her. I ha

lightly. Her shoulders were hunched, and her breath came in shallow gasps,

er face paling. A wave of nausea hit her, an

woman seeking revenge; there was something deeper, something bro

e was still pale, but the

up and offering her a bottle of wat

her green eyes w

York Rangers. We're... your hu

idn't drink it. "Thanks.

e for a long time

n eyes flashing with a flicke

r hand. "Not for any other reason than I'd also enjoy seeing her go down

at me. She said nothing, just tur

brother. "Everett, I need you to run a check on someone. Emil

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furiously, my thumb flying across the screen as I carefully dabbed at my eyes to

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