Chapter 4 - THE SIGNATURE HE NEVER MADE.
Daniel stared at the photograph until the women in it seemed to belong to another family.
Emma stood on the steps of the Bellweather Children’s Fund in Boston, thinner than Ruth remembered but unmistakably alive with purpose. Victoria stood beside her in a fitted ivory suit, one hand resting on the shoulder of Harold Wynn, the attorney whose dead signature now authorized Victoria to take Lily.
On the back, Emma had dated the photograph six years earlier.
Daniel had married Victoria eighteen months ago. She had told him they first met at a foundation retreat three years earlier. He had believed her because rich men were trained to regard the histories of beautiful women as optional reading.
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“Harold was her father?” he asked.
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