Isabel's eyes flickered from her face to mine. “Is he okay?” She sounded slightly concerned.

              “I really wish everyone would stop asking me if I'm okay!” I immediately felt all the eyes in the cafe fixed on me and Katrina stared at me in disbelief. “Sorry. I'll shut up now,” I mumbled. Great. Everyone here now thinks I'm crazy. I guess I wouldn't blame them. I was sure as hell acting the part.

              “Anyway,” Katrina continued, throwing me a brief glare, “the reason we're here is that we've found out you are on a distant branch of our family tree. I've traced our family history back to 1529 and you are des...

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