The butler came to tell me a man in a hospital gown was asking to see me, calling himself Raphael Sterling.I was in my studio, painting.Beyond the window stretched a deep blue sea, scattering light under the sun.It was so beautiful it lifted everything in me, beautiful enough to make you forget every wound.I would not let Raphael come and foul a view like that.“Tell him no. He can leave the signed papers and go.”The butler nodded. “Of course. But forgive me, miss. He also says he has brought you the Star of Florence.”My brush paused.I didn't care about Raphael, but I cared about my mother's keepsake.While I hesitated, my father's voice came from behind me.“Scarlett, if you don't want to see him, I'll handle him.”I turned. My father stood in the doorway, watching me.He gestured at my canvas. “It's beautiful. I think you should stay and finish it.”I nodded.“Leave him waiting half an hour. Then send him to find me in the back garden.”My father said his piece and turned to g
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