ELARA'S POV
Damien called me at seven PM from Burlington airport.
I was home, had been home for two hours, and had been waiting without admitting I was waiting.
"Tell me," I said.
He told me.
All of it. The facility, Patricia, the garden path, the common room. Daniel at the window. The moment he sat down and said his name and Daniel pressed his device and the synthesized voice said I know.
I sat on the couch and listened and didn't say anything for a long time after he finished.
"He knew," I said finally.
"Someone had told him he had a brother at some point. Patricia thinks it might have been his mother before she died. He had a photograph of Richard and apparently a second photograph that staff didn't recognize until today."
"Of you?"
"Of me. From a newspaper article about Cross
