Fuck.
In his sprawling attempts at writing a memoir, Don Juan had never called the girl by name, but he knew it well enough. Ana had never told him; Ana had never wanted him involved at all. But the letter after her death had laid out a lot of details he had never been privy to, and he'd read it multiple times. Her name was sprinkled through it; he couldn't forget. And how many girls in England were named Kaatjie? Of those, how many had any reason at all to be interested in him? Writing him secretive letters, asking if he remembered her —
He set his glass down on the table and pushed himself to his feet. "Floo," he ordered.
In his sprawling attempts at writing a memoir, Don Juan had never called the girl by name, but he knew it well enough. Ana had never told him; Ana had never wanted him involved at all. But the letter after her death had laid out a lot of details he had never been privy to, and he'd read it multiple times. Her name was sprinkled through it; he couldn't forget. And how many girls in England were named Kaatjie? Of those, how many had any reason at all to be interested in him? Writing him secretive letters, asking if he remembered her —
He set his glass down on the table and pushed himself to his feet. "Floo," he ordered.
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