“What was in it?” Marianne asked.
“A copy of Sofia’s letter,” Serena said. “And a birth certificate.”
Clara bowed her head.
Serena’s voice broke. “My birth certificate.”
Adrian closed his eyes.
“Where are you now?” Marianne asked.
“In Denver,” Serena said. “Victor thinks I’m at his house. I locked myself in the guest bathroom. He’s downstairs with his lawyers.”
“Can you leave safely?”
A pause.
Then a whisper.
“I don’t know.”
Marianne’s tone stayed calm. “Listen carefully. Do not confront him. Do not tell him you called us. Put your phone in your pocket with this call connected. Walk out as if you are getting air. There will be federal agents outside within minutes.”
“Federal agents?” Serena breathed.
“Yes.”
Another pause.
Then Serena said, “Elena?”
I looked at Marianne. She hesitated, then brought the phone closer.
“I’m here,” I said.
Serena began crying harder.
