Isabella read the name again.Margaret Moretti.Her grandmother.The woman everyone had told her was dead.For years, she had existed in Isabella's mind as a photograph in an old family album. A woman with kind eyes, a straight back, and a smile that never quite reached her eyes. Her mother had always spoken about her carefully, never with anger, never with affection.Just silence.Now that silence had a name.Margaret Moretti was alive.And she wanted to see her.Isabella closed the registry."Tomorrow."Dante looked at her."You don't have to go.""Yes, I do.""Isabella.""No."She shook her head."I spent my entire life believing my grandmother was dead. Then I find out she isn't. I'm not going to spend another night wondering why."Dante watched her."I'll go with you."She nodded."I know."Clara stepped closer."You shouldn't go."Isabella looked at her."Why?""Because she won't tell you everything.""Neither has anyone else."Clara sighed."That's different.""How?""Your gran
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