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Instead, I move to the opposite side of the room, to where the photo books are. Some of them are very old – a hundred years or

more, even. The academic historian in me wants to explore those

early photographs, but instead I reach for the newer bindings further down, hoping for some information about Daniel and his

upbringing.

I take a few volumes over to the little chair, flipping through.

I smile, recognizing Daniel’s face in a few of the first photos, but then frown when I realize that they’re too old–grainy old photos,

with fashion from the 1980s….

I blink, shocked, realizing that these must be pictures of Kent

when he was a child. Fascinated, I flip through, looking at the

people who must have been his mother and father, his family.

I quickly flip to the front of the book where I’m lucky enough to

of a beautiful, dark–haired woman, who is happily caressing her pregnant belly.

I’m sure, must be Kent’s mother. I study her

frown when I can’t find it. Kent’s looks,

must likewise come from his father.

of Daniel as a child, I put this album down and pick up the next one. I’m shocked, when I flip it open, to see

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actually Kent’s wedding

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beautiful Italian wedding. It looks terribly romantic, situated at a beautiful vineyard, the couple’s private table set up under

her stunning face quite serious as she looks directly into the

chosen

had chosen for me. I wonder, passingly,

an intentional choice, remembering that none of the

looked

eyes to her face again, her hair tightly

to distract from her severe expression as she

and looks proudly at

find myself quite moved by her, curious about this noble –

are interrupted, though, by a single word that makes me jump almost out

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