I asked.
Claire took a slow breath.
“Because I found someone who knew what happened to Daniel.”
Claire had discovered the first clue almost a year earlier.
She was helping her mother sort through boxes after a house renovation when she came across an old photograph tucked inside a book.
The photograph showed two young men standing beside a wooden fence. One was unmistakably my grandfather, although his hair was darker and his face thinner.
The other man looked so much like him that Claire assumed they were brothers.
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