I felt the floor disappear beneath me.
My father’s letter had said that my mother loved me. It had said I was never the cause of the adults’ disagreements. It had said nothing about a lie.
Veronica lowered her voice.
“Alexander told you she died when you were five.”
I could barely breathe.
“She did die.”
Veronica shook her head.
“No, Matthew. She disappeared.”
Behind me, Gabriel went completely still.
Veronica placed one hand against the glass.
“And your father knew exactly where she was.”
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