Leonard opened his mouth.
But nothing came of it.
For the first time in her perfectly controlled life…
I didn’t have a script.
Camille frowned.
—Leonard… who is he?
He swallowed.
—It’s… someone from the past.
I smiled.
Slowly.
—From the past, yes—I replied. —But not in the way you’d like.
The murmurs grew louder.
The guests began to approach discreetly.
« And them? » Camille asked, looking at the children. « Who are they? »
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