The recording ended.Nobody moved.Adrian was still holding the photograph.His thumb covered the corner where the date had been written.MARCUS VALE — 2003.He looked at Rebecca.“Explain.”Rebecca didn't answer.“Mother.”Still nothing.Adrian's voice hardened.“You told me my father died before I could remember him.”“He did.”“Victor just said you buried him twice.”Rebecca closed her eyes.“That isn't exactly what happened.”Elena stepped closer.“Then tell us what did.”Rebecca looked at her.For several seconds, she seemed to weigh whether another truth would destroy what little remained of the family.Then she said,“Marcus died in 1995.”Adrian stared at her.“The day I was born?”“Yes.”Rebecca's voice trembled.“He was involved in an accident while moving evidence out of the Vale Foundation.”Julian frowned.“You said he died at a private clinic.”“He did.”“Then what's 2003?”Rebecca looked at the photograph.“Eight years later, someone used his identity.”Adrian's express
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