He looked at the photo. Then at me."Someone connected to my family," he says. "From a long time ago."I looked at the woman in the photo again. Young, pretty, holding a baby I do not recognise. Standing slightly apart from the group like she is there but not entirely part of it."Connected how," I say."It's complicated." He says it simply, not defensively. Like complicated is just the accurate word rather than a way to avoid saying anything."Try," I say.He went quiet for a moment. "She was close to my father's side of the family for a while. Before I was old enough to understand the details. They lost touch." He pauses. "It was a long time ago Maya."I looked at him,he looked back. His face is open and steady and giving me nothing specific to hold onto which is somehow more unsettling than if he had looked guilty."Why do you have her photo," I asked "It was my father's. I kept a lot of his things after he passed." He reaches over and takes the frame from my hands gently and look
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