CHAPTER FIFTY- THREE
KIERAN
Raffaele came back in three days with a file thick enough to answer every question I hadn't known to ask. He set it on my desk with an expression I'd never seen on him before, something between pity and concern.
"You were right," he said. "There are two daughters."
I opened the file, my hands steady despite the anger building in my chest. The first page showed two birth certificates side by side. Belinda Lucia Russo, born March 15th, twenty four years ago. Melinda Rosa Russo, born January 8th, twenty three years ago.
Sisters. Not the same person with a nickname. Two completely different people.
"Keep going," Raffaele said quietly.
School records next. Belinda had attended private schools, expensive institutions that the Russo family couldn't have afforde
