I picked it up.
“Lauren made this?”
“Yes.”
“Why is it here with Edith’s things?”
Russell took one step inside, then stopped.
“Because Lauren is part of the secret.”
I set the card down carefully.
“What secret?”
He looked at the floor.
“No. Look at me.”
“Lauren is Edith’s daughter,” he said.
“I know that.”
“She is Edith and Martin’s daughter.”
For a moment, I did not understand.
Then I did.
“My father?”
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