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photographs and documents.
I slid my phone across the table without speaking.
His face told the story before his mouth tried to lie. First impatience, then confusion, then recognition, then something I had never seen in my son’s eyes.
Fear.
“He looks like Dad,” Lucas said.
“He is your father.”
“People resemble each other.”
“Did you see his hand?”
He rubbed continue reading …
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