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Chapter Forty-Two: Helena

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Helena Voss

"She took the envelope," I muttered, to no one, standing at the gate after Sophie had turned and walked back up the drive.

I watched her go. The way she moved, head up, back straight, the particular walk of someone who had learned composure not from privilege but from necessity. I knew that walk. I had watched it develop from somewhere. I knew exactly from where.

I stood at the gate until she disappeared through the villa door.

Then I went back to my car, sat in
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