His voice held that careful tone again.
“Emily, Vivian Vance agreed to speak with us tomorrow.”
“That’s good.”
“It is. But she asked that you bring the blue bowl.”
I looked through the workshop window toward the kitchen.
“The bowl?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
Arthur hesitated.
“She said your mother hid more than a key there.”
A chill moved across my skin.
“What else could be in it?”
“I don’t know,” he said. “But Vivian said Charles Vance was not Richard’s only father.”
I stood slowly.
Daniel turned toward me. “Emily?”
Arthur’s voice lowered.
“She said Richard was born under another name, and your mother knew exactly who he was before you ever met him.”
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