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"Carys."

"I didn't say anything."

"You didn't have to."

Morrow looks between us.

"I've never been here before."

I believe him. That somehow makes it worse. Because my cottage has flowers. Lots of them. I planted every single one myself. No photograph of this house exists online. No public listing still shows the gardens. Morrow shouldn't know that. He shouldn't know any of it.

Yet somehow…

He does.

Rhett studies him.

"What else do you remember?"

Morrow looks uncomfortable.

"About what?"

"Before your adoptive parents. Anything you might have heard from them about that time."

The room goes still. Morrow looks at me.

"I don't remember much."

I nod.

"That's okay."

"No."

His voice is quiet.

"I remember something."

My heart starts pounding.

"What?"

He looks down at his hands.

"I remember a voice."

Nobody speaks.

"What voice?"

He swallows.

"Yours."

The air leaves my lungs.

"Morrow—"