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Previously

…Would I still be able to trust him? And what if the person who had tried to help my mother had been someone Alexander loved and admired? He looked towards me. For a brief moment, I saw uncertainty in his eyes. I stepped closer. "We'll find out," I said. He nodded. "Together?" I met his gaze. "Together." He gave a small smile. But neither of us could ignore the letter lying on the desk. Outside, the evening light was fading. And somewhere beyond the walls of Ashford Manor, a witness to the past was still alive. Someone who knew what had happened. Someone who might finally explain why two families had spent twenty-three years hiding the same the truth.