My Eight-Year-Old Daughter Opened the Door on Christmas Eve—and the Moment I Saw Her Face, I Knew I Had Left Her in the Wrong House
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Chapter 10 / 12
Chapter 9: The Price of Getting My Daughters Back
The email arrived at 11:42 a.m.
By noon told me I have a sister.""
I closed my eyes.
"Yes, sweetheart. You do.""
There was a pause.
Then she asked:
"Can you tell her I didn't forget her?""
The call ended.
I stared at the phone.
Daniel slowly closed the file.
And Ethan whispered:
"Marcus, Vanessa knows Grace has contacted us.""
I looked up.
"How?""
He pointed to the computer.
A new email had arrived.
It contained a photograph of Grace sitting in a classroom.
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Beneath it was a message.
*Bring the trust documents to me, or the girls will never meet.*
