Francesca stared at the painting and traced the outline of the woman's face with her fingers. Heart-like with high cheekbones, brow flat but not too wide and a diminutive mouth revealing little while saying much. Without thinking, she stroked her own face. It was if she was the young women reincarnated from a past life.
Senor Mendez returned, pushing a wheelchair occupied by a very old man. He placed the old man next to the table and waved Francesca to come closer. Still, overwhelmed by the feeling of being somehow connected to the woman in the painting, she moved to the table.
"Francesca Da Rimini, meet Senor Eduardo Mendez, your true and rightful grandfather."
Francesca tried to speak but could not. Sergei continued.
"He will not know who you are. He doesn't even know who I am now. H
