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My breath caught.
“Who lived here?”
Daniel took out a ring of keys.
“Carl’s family.”
He unlocked the front door.
The air inside smelled of cedar, dust, and old smoke. White sheets covered the furniture. A stone fireplace occupied one wall, and faded blue curtains framed the lake.
I stepped inside slowly.
Each object seemed to whisper to me.
A brass bell beside the door.
A deep scratch on the dining table.
A painted tin boat above the mantel.
Then I noticed three lines marked on the wooden frame of the kitchen entrance. Beside each line was a name and a date.
Lucas — age seven
Evelyn — age six
Claire — age three
Claire.
My full name was Claire Elaine Morgan.
I placed my fingertips against the lowest line.
“Daniel.”
He had gone pale.
“My mother told me I was born in Westbridge.”
“She lied.”
“Who are Lucas and Evelyn?”
