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“Get what?”

“You’re stalking me!”

“I beg your pardon?”

“You’re stalking me! Did you follow me here?”

He sighed “Don’t flatter yourself”

“It only makes sense!”

“It only uy’s funeral? Do you think that highly of yourself?”

“I don’t lack self-estee I’ve come to think that I am a very stalkable individual People would kill to stalkIt’s a toss-up, really”

“Are you always this aard?”

“On the daily, yes”

He arched an inquisitive brow, and his frown lines deepened as he studied me Then he looked back at Kevin, then back to me “You ever attend a funeral where the person looks just like you?”

“I, well… no”

“I’ you to be Sherlock Hol dots, lady”

“Stella”

“Don’t care”

“Are you saying you are Kevin’s so—”

Before I could finish ht, the man eyed me up and doith the most intense look of disinterest before he walked away As heme to rub my forearms up and down

“No, it couldn’t be,” I muttered If Kevin had a son, I would’ve known about it

There’s no way… I mean, he couldn’t be…

Could it be true? That Kevin had a long-lost son?

I couldn’t help but wonder what the scone-stealing, egotistical, ridiculously handsorump kind of way man’s name had been

I turned back toward Kevin’s casket and shook rave, but it appears they washed up against the shore Do you have anything to say about this?” I helda microphone “Speak now or forever hold your peace”

He remained silent That broke my already shattered heart into a million more pieces

“I’h they were pretty funny”

I shed if he had the chance to do so Crazy how deeply you could athered hs to keep locked within my memories

I arrived home at the property to attend the repass and took on the role ofsure everyone was okay and looked after And of course, the e inin the surroundings of the hoainst the wall beside the spiral staircase

Kevin was a photographer when he was younger, and it was how he made his first millions Sure, his success in the stockpart of his multimillionaire lifestyle, but he was very passionate about his artwork