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The color drained from their faces. She knew now. “Am I adopted?” Annalise asked, her voice a mere whisper. Her mother reached for the necklace around her neck, the chain that once held the key. “So, you know now,” she said, her voice heavy with unshed tears. Her parents explained everything. Her biological mother, Claudia, was a poor woman from Poland who had given her up for adoption.
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