Even though our marriage had been arranged as a practical agreement, I hadn’t expected the night to begin with something mysterious.
“Alright,” I said slowly. “I promise.”
Claire opened her purse and removed a worn photograph.
She held it carefully between her fingers before handing it to me.
The photo was faded with age.
It showed a small girl standing beside a woman wearing a kitchen apron.Family recipe books
But the background caught my attention immediately.
I recognized it.
The swimming pool.
The large oak tree.
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