Accidentally His.
He shrugged off the guilt of stepping on the expensive rug and sat down slowly, scanning the living room.
A crystal decanter sat on the table, half-filled with something amber and aged. But he ignored it, though his instincts had said otherwise. His eyes drifted instead to the bookshelf by the wall, photos in silver frames, awards, and an open album peeking from under a stack of books.
Curiosity tugged at his fingers before he could stop it. So he reached for the photo album and opened it across his lap.
The first page was a time capsule, Miguel as a child, maybe five, in a sailor outfit, standing beside a woman with long black hair and unreadable eyes. A man stood beside them, formal, and d
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