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He didn’t know what to believe anymore. He used to believe in his own eyes, but what exactly did he see at the riverbank? Who did he kiss? Orla had walked away from him—had that been real or an illusion? And what about his mother? She was still nowhere to be found. Lorcan turned toward his father whose face was hardened as steel. “There was a dead body here, Father, but I don’t have any proof.”
“I can’t say I believe it because there is nothing for me to believe or disbelieve. But they did take your mother, and that’s a fact. And if you take your girlfriend out of the country, they might return her.”
“Did they tell you that?”
“No.”
“You’re speculating on Mother’s life?”
“What do you want me to think, Lorcan? We told you not to go out with that girl. You took off to find her, and yo
