Its flap had been opened and pressed down again, leaving a slight tear at the corner.

Across the front was the name Samuel Albright, attorney at law.

I recognized it faintly from the closing documents at one of our company properties, but couldn’t recall ever meeting him.

The message inside was short.

It said his office had obtained information indicating that identifying details in Chloe’s original adoption file might be inaccurate.

He requested a confidential meeting before any contact with my parents or the agency that had handled her placement.

Underneath the letter was a photograph of a young woman standing beside a lakeside railing.

She had dark hair blowing across her face, and the expression of someone laughing just before a picture was taken.

My throat tightened.

I knew her.

Seven years earlier I had planned to marry her.

“Camilla,” I said.

Gwen moved toward me.

“Lucas, photographs can be manipulated.