The relationship standing in front of me belonged to the people still alive.

Finally.

EPILOGUE — THE FAMILY CHRISTOPHER COULDN’T ARRANGE

People who hear the short version always focus on the same thing.

My dying husband asked me to adopt a sixteen-year-old girl.

The girl turned out to be his secret half-sister.

He had known she existed before our wedding.

He hid her for fifteen years.

Then he died and left the truth in a wooden box.

It sounds like a betrayal mystery.