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I whispered:

“She knew?”

“We don’t know how much.”

Henry spoke carefully.

“There may be more.”

I looked at him.

“What more?”

He placed a thin folder on the table.

“Twenty-four years ago, Alexander hired a private investigator named Paul Larkin.”

“He traced a possible lead to San Antonio.”

My body went cold.

“Teresa?”

“Yes.”

“What happened?”

“He interviewed her.”

“And?”

“She denied knowing anything.”

I stood.

My knees nearly failed.

Margaret moved but did not touch me.

I appreciated that.

“She lied.”

Henry nodded.

“Possibly.”

“No.”

“She raised me.”

“She had to know.”

Alexander spoke.

“We do not know why.”

I turned toward him.

“You searched for me.”

“Every day.”