Logan's hand trembled as he picked the document back up, and he hated that it trembled.
"Mira," he said quietly, testing the name against his own memory, finding nothing there but silence. "I do not remember her. Not her face. Not her voice. Nothing."
"You were an infant," Elena said gently. "No one remembers that far back."
"Other people have stories told to them. A nurse who mentions their mother's laugh. A servant who remembers being held by her once." Logan set the document down carefully, his jaw tight. "I have nothing. Ephraim never spoke of where I came from. I always assumed there was simply nothing worth telling."
"There was clearly a great deal worth telling," Elena said. "Someone simply made certain you never heard it."
Logan said nothing for a long moment, staring at the f
