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It was only a short flight to Córdoba, northwest of Granada over the flat agricultural plains. Morgan gazed out the small window at the panels of gleaming color below, the fields a patchwork of gold and green. She saw her father's formative early years in the landscape, working in the fields alongside grandparents she had never known. He had left his family to pursue his love of archaeology in faraway places, as he had later left her own mother to return to Israel. Perhaps there were distant cousins here, remnants of a family Morgan had never known. Her family had been fractured, but perhaps broken was the new normal in this world, where the phrase 'nuclear family' evoked images of war, not cozy perfection.
Morgan thought of her twin sister, Faye, who had never really known their fath
