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for some reason she hadn’t asked her mother about him since she’d awoken, as if part of her had known.
    â€¦she began her career performing duets with her father, April playing the piano and George on the guitar. Her ability to attract crossover fans has been the key to her phenomenal success…
    April flicked to the next page, looking for something, anything, she felt a connection with—that felt real. Photos of her at an awards night, dressed in a sparkling gown, on the arm of a man in a tuxedo she didn’t recognize.
    More pages, more facts about her career, more photos of her. For twenty minutes she read, absorbed in what felt like the life of another woman. But it had all happened to her. Besides her reaction to her father’s death, nothing else had sparked any kind of memory or emotional acknowledgment.When she’d finished the last page, feeling a little wrung out, she closed the folder and let it lie on her lap.
    Seth’s eyes flicked over at the movement, and then returned to the road. “Finished?” he asked, voice deep and smooth.
    â€œThank you, I appreciate this information.” She knew he was doing it for his own ends, but that didn’t detract from its value to her.
    â€œAny of it familiar?”
    She hesitated, debating how much to share about something so personal. But if he was to help her regain her memory, she needed to be honest. She stroked her fingertips across the folder’s cover. “My father. I felt something when I read that he’d died.”
    He didn’t react even by a flicker of an eyelash. “You remember him?”
    â€œNothing that strong. No.” How to explain the powerful yet hazy sensation she’d felt? “I just knew it was true that he’s dead.”
    â€œThat was the only familiar part?” There was a cynical twist to his mouth.
    â€œYou still don’t believe I can’t remember?”
    Seth shrugged his broad shoulders, his eyes on the road ahead. “I’ve made my way in the world by never accepting things at face value.”
    She took in the too-casual way he’d shrugged, the tense set of his jaw, and something underscoring his words that was just out of her reach. There was more to that statement.
    She held the seat belt in one hand and twisted to face him. “People have judged you in the past by something false?”
    â€œYou could say that.” Again, the tension in his body belied his offhanded tone.
    â€œIf I were to get my staff to make a dossier like this—” she lifted the report he’d given her “—on you, what would I find?”
    â€œThe usual mix of media lies and half stories,” he said, seemingly unconcerned by the prospect.
    â€œBut if they dug?”
    His mouth curved into a sardonic half smile. “I’m sure they’ll find the story of my parents. It’s something of an open secret.”
    Despite the heavy subject matter, a sliver of something close to contentment stole through her body. This was the first real conversation she’d had since waking. Besides Seth’s first visit to the hospital, each time she’d spoken to someone, it’d been about her physical condition. A discussion felt surprisingly good.
    She settled back into her seat and watched him drive. “Since my history is already on the table, why don’t you save me the effort of having a dossier made and tell me?”
    â€œWith or without the lies and half stories?” he asked with one eyebrow raised.
    She bit down on her lip. There was an old, harsh pain he was masking, and it called to a place deep inside her. “Whichever you prefer,” she said softly.
    A long minute of silence sat between them and she thought he wouldn’t answer. But she waited anyway. Then he spoke.
    â€œMy brother, Jesse—” he paused and swallowed “—and I are the sons of Warner Bramson. Assuming you don’t know who he