I was recovering at a private estate outside the city.A dull ache still throbbed in my lower belly. The life I had lost was a constant reminder to sever every last tie to the past.Reid came in carrying a bowl of oatmeal cooked until creamy.He sat down, scooped a spoonful, blew on it until it cooled, and lifted it to my lips."Arthur won't find this place for now." Reid's voice was calm. "But he won't give up easily. Catherine, you need time to recover, and you need to make a decision."He paused. "Del Smith, Lora's uncle, hired the Crowe Syndicate to kill your father. But Lora was the one who buried the evidence and erased the trail. Arthur trusted her blindly and never looked deeper. So no, he didn't knowingly hide the truth from you."I lowered my lashes, hiding the storm behind my eyes."What do you want to do? And do you think you could ever forgive him?"Reid watched me, a thread of tension in the question. "Of course, whatever you choose, I'll be right behind you."Of course I
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