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“But their father must be a good man.” My grandmother was always trying to see the best side of everything.

“I don't know, I hope so, but the truth is that I rarely see him. It's a school for more fortunate children, so it's common for drivers or nannies to come and pick them up.”

“I see.”

“Have you eaten?”

“I've been waiting for you so we could do this together.”

“Grandma!”

“It's not as if it's taken too long. There's still time.” He took my hand and stroked it lovingly in such a way that I couldn't protest any longer.

“Okay! I'll see what's in the freezer and heat something up for us.”

My grandmother just smiled and went back to paying attention to a program about animals that was on the television.

I went into the kitchen and decided to prepare a stew with chicken pieces and some ingredients I found in the fridge. After eating, I could take a shower and rest for a while before thinking about the lesson I had to prepare for the next day.

While I was cooking, my mind wandered to Mary several times. I was worried about my little pupil, and I hoped it was nothing serious. I would see her the next day, and I would know for sure.

Chapter three

I opened my laptop on the living room table and leaned over it. One of our biggest clients, a huge drinks distributor, was facing a class action lawsuit that we couldn't afford to lose. There was a lot at stake, including the name of Lennox & Associates, so we didn't want to take it too seriously.

I needed to think of a good settlement that would benefit my client and not lose him too much money. The aim was to prevent the case from going to trial and creating an even more negative image.

New York used to be a big stage, and people loved to turn everything into a spectacle, especially the media...

“Dad!”

I turned away, my thoughts interrupted, when I realized that a small hand was tugging at the hem of my shirt.

“What is it, Mary?” I examined my daughter for any sign of unease.

Other people, especially my family, had trouble differentiating between the twins, but I knew them so well that I knew exactly which one they were.

“Come with me...”

“I'm busy, child.”

“Read astory?”

“Didn't Genevive read it to you?”

“I wantyou...” She squeezed her eyes shut in a pleading expression that knew how to convince me.

“Okay!”

I could spend a few minutes with her and then go back to work.

“Let's go to bed.” I picked her up. “Where's your sister?”

“Mirroring history.”

“Okay.”

I went into their room and saw Anne sitting on the bed. She came over to me carrying a book as I settled her sister down. They both came closer, and each laid their head on one of my legs. I kissed each of them on the forehead before opening the fairytale book.

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