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        Yes,Reyawasgrownnow.Shehadajob,anddatingwasnothingbutnatural.YetLucian,likecountlessfathersbeforehim,couldnotquietthefearthatgnawedathim:thethoughtofhisdaughterwounded,diminished,harmed.Hecouldnotbearit.

        Especiallynotwiththeimagesthathauntedhim—Julian,theboyscarredanddisfiguredsincechildhood—andthatgreasy,pig-facedmiddle-agedmanager.TheverythoughtclawedatLucian''schestuntilitached.

        Sohedidtheonlythinglefttohim,theonlyactoflovehecouldstillmanage:hestruckReya''snamefromthereport.

        WhenLucianfinallyturnedinthefile,thepaperweighedinhispalmheavierthanlead,heavierthanguiltitself.

        ***

        Foratime,lifehadbeenunnervinglystill.Withnoassignmentsoutinthefield,nodoor-to-doorinquiriestorun,Junhadlittletooccupyhimself.Yetthatfainthunchgnawedathimlikeanant,chewingathisnerveswithoutpause.

        Oneevening,justashewaspackinguptoleavework,hisphonelitup.

        Ma''amLee.

        Shehadbeenhisfather''sbrighteststudent,andinmanyways,hadwatchedhimgrowfromaboyintoaman.

        "Jun,isthisagoodtimetotalk?"

        Hecastaglancearoundtheoffice.Withoutanswering,heslippedoutoftheofficeandintoastorageroomatthefarendofthehall.

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