Damian's Pov "France. I'd been moving money into offshore accounts for over a year, small amounts that wouldn't be noticed. It was enough to start over. I got new identification papers, a new passport. Eleanor Cole died in that bay and I became someone else," she said as she stood and looked over the window. I noticed how she had gotten slimmer, her usually brown hair was now darker with little grey streaks. Was this truly my mother?How could she leave us and not even try to communicate with her children for fifteen good years. "For fifteen years," I said, my voice hoarse and thick, the anger was starting to burn through the shock now. "You lived in France for fifteen years while Lucas and I thought you were dead.""I know what I did to you both—""Do you?" I surged to my feet, glass crunching under my shoes. "Do you have any idea what it was like? I was the one who had to identify your belongings. I was the one who had to tell Lucas that our mother was gone. I planned your memo
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