I looked at the photo again. She was right. As much as I didn’t want it to be true, I couldn’t deny that it was Henri in the photo. And that meant that Henri and I knew each other. Why hadn’t I recognised him? Okay, so it had been a long time ago but surely at a sub-conscious level I should have known? What I couldn’t understand was how this was possibl…
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