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“I’m sorry?”
“The mother of the girl who received Ethan’s heart.”
“I’m afraid I can’t provide that.”
“She came to his funeral. She gave me a letter from my son.”
“I understand, but I can’t release the recipient family’s private information.”
“Even if I know her name?”
I need Rebecca’s contact information.
“That doesn’t change our privacy rules.”
I stood up and started pacing.
“Can you call her?”
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“I can pass along a request for contact.”
“How long will that take?”
“I can’t promise she’ll respond.”
She gave me a letter from my son.
“She found me. Why can’t I find her?”
“No, you don’t. She walked up to me at my son’s funeral, handed me something that blew apart everything I knew about my husband, and disappeared.”
“I’m very sorry.”
I closed my eyes. “Just tell her I need to speak to her.”
“I can do that.”
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I hung up.
I can pass along a request for contact.
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By evening, everything seemed obvious.
Daniel had betrayed me.
Lily was the proof. Rebecca had spent eighteen years helping him hide it.
I was certain I finally understood what had happened.
