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changed.

Gabriel’s voice dropped so low I almost didn’t hear it.

“The woman who sent me the letter,” he said. “The one who confessed she knew where you had been placed.”

My pulse thudded.

“She didn’t sign it.”

“No,” Gabriel said, his gaze locked on the bride. “But she included an old photograph in the envelope. A hospital volunteer badge. I thought the continue reading …