Eden
Day Seven
Antonio wasn’t sure he’d heard the woman correctly. He was proficient in English but her words didn’t make sense. “What do you mean? The name of my mother?”
“Yes, she was Mary Vanelli.”
His heart skipped a beat. “How do you know this?”
“You look like her. She was a friend of my mother when they both lived in Los Angeles.”
He did resemble her. The picture he had, and what he saw in the mirror when he shaved, both showed a similar aquiline nose. “I’m sure I look like a lot of people.”
The woman glanced around, clearly uncomfortable. “I also think I know how she died.”
“She killed herself.”
“Perhaps. I found some papers while cleaning your father’s study.”
He slapped her across the face. “You’re lying.”
She slowly pushed the dirty blonde hair out of her blue eyes an
