the question.”
My mind began sorting names automatically.
Employees.
Assistants.
Executives.
Advisers.
Anyone with access to correspondence.
Anyone who knew enough about Cassandra to make the lie believable.
“Did Cassandra believe them?”
Daniel took a long breath.
“She didn’t want to.”
“But she did.”
“For a while.”
I looked through the glass at her.
Three years suddenly contained another hidden layer.
Not merely missed letters.
Not merely broken systems.
Someone had deliberately convinced Cassandra that I had chosen to abandon my children.
“Does she still have the number?”
Daniel nodded.
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