offices.
Near the middle, I found an entry written in blue ink.
Samuel Reed — confirmed contact. Waiting for Anna’s decision.
Beneath it was a telephone number.
My hand trembled.
“Is this recent?”
Daniel checked the date.
“Three weeks ago.”
“Why didn’t anyone tell me?”
“Because Claire’s instructions said you had to choose.”
I looked at the number.
I could call. I could hear a stranger’s voice and ask whether he was really my uncle. I could demand to know why he had waited. I could hang up before he answered.
