I WAS TOLD TO CUT OFF LUCA MORETTI’S 76-YEAR-OLD MOTHER IF HER BIRTHDAY TOAST STARTED “GETTING CONFUSED.”

Chapter 11 – THE BLOODLINE

The room spun.

I grabbed the counter to keep from falling.

Sarah had run away when I was twelve. She was sixteen. She disappeared into the streets of Chicago and we never saw her again.

She died of an overdose five years ago.

“This is my sister,” I whispered.

Dr. Thorne stared at me.

“That means…”

“That means Sophie is my niece.”

The puzzle pieces violently snapped together.

Frank didn’t just hire me as a maid eleven months ago because I had a good resume.

He hired me to keep an eye on me.

To make sure Sarah’s family never came looking for the child.

I took the file.

I ran out of the clinic.

I drove back to the Moretti estate.

When I walked through the front doors, the house was quiet.

I walked into the sunroom.

Luca and Elena were sitting on the couch, drinking wine.

Sophie was sitting on the floor, playing a board game with Rosa.

They looked up when I entered.

“Emma?” Luca asked, noticing my pale face. “Is everything alright?”

I looked at Sophie.

She had Sarah’s eyes.

She had my sister’s smile.

I looked at Luca and Elena, who had loved this girl with every fiber of their being.

If I told them the truth, the law could take her away.

The scandal would ruin them.

And it would ruin Sophie.

I looked down at the manila folder in my hands.

Inside was the truth.

Inside was my family.

“Emma?” Elena stood up, concerned. “What’s in the folder?”

I looked at the people who had treated me better in eleven months than the rest of the world had in my entire life.

I walked over to the fireplace, where a warm fire was burning.

“It’s just some old receipts from Frank’s desk,” I said.

And before anyone could stop me, I tossed the folder into the flames.

I watched the birth certificate turn to ash.

I watched the only proof of my bloodline burn away.

Sophie looked up at me and smiled.

“Are you going to play with us, Emma?”

I smiled back.

Tears pricked my eyes.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I said. “I’m right here.”

Some secrets are meant to be exposed.

And some are meant to burn, to keep the people you love warm.

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