Brother City?
Julius Mamet?
Could this masked woman be my father's comrade in arms?
Not a thief?
But then, why wear a mask and sneak around?
Little Ginger still hid well, making no sound. Through the mirror, she could clearly see the masked woman still persistently touching the photo frame, and even she could feel the masked woman's sorrow.
Footsteps sounded again, and judging by them, it seemed like Mr. Tate had arrived.
The masked woman, immersed in sadness, did not hear the footsteps until the study door was opened again; she quickly turned her head upon hearing the sound.
"Dawn Mason, I knew it was you."
"Tate." As she spoke, she gently put down the photo frame in her hand.
So this masked woman was named Dawn Mason?
Someone Mr. Tate knew?
Mason, the same surname as my biological mother Moira Mason...
