Chapter 95 The Third Woman

Chapter Ninety-Five: The Third Woman 

The photograph should have been impossible.

And yet there it was.

My mother.

Ruth.

Margaret Vale.

Standing side by side.

Smiling.

Like friends.

“No,” I said.

Not because I disagreed.

Because I refused.

Maya took the photo from Elias.

Turned it over ...

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