Chapter 12 The Woman Who Wasn't Lost

The letter had weight beyond its paper. Mira stared at the single sentence again and again, hoping it would rearrange itself, soften its blow, tell her that memory was more reliable than ink.

Lady Ansel was not your grandmother.

She was your mother's sister.

And she survived the fire.

The chapel around her seemed to hold its breath. Wind shifted th

            
            

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