Chapter 122

  ELENA

  I turn the frame over and my heart stops.

  A folded piece of paper is taped to the back.

  My hands shake as I peel it off and unfold it.

  Her handwriting greets me. Elegant. Slightly slanted. Alive.

  Elena, my sweet daughter,

  If you ever happen to come across this note, I must be dea...

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