Below the message was a photograph.
Warren stood in front of Aster Hall’s fountain two weeks earlier.
His arm was around a woman I had never seen before.
Beside them stood a boy of about nine, smiling proudly in a navy blazer.
In his hands, he held a small silver frame engraved with four words:
THE CALDWELL FAMILY HEIR.
My blood went cold.
Because the boy had Warren’s eyes.
And Beverly’s smile.
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