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Incredibly
,
Saunière
had
never
given
up
on
her
,
and
Sophie
now
possessed
a
decade
’
s
worth
of
correspondence
unopened
in
a
dresser
drawer
.
To
her
grandfather
’
s
credit
,
he
had
never
once
disobeyed
her
request
and
phoned
her
.
Until
this
afternoon
.
«
Sophie
?
»
His
voice
had
sounded
startlingly
old
on
her
answering
machine
.
«
I
have
abided
by
your
wishes
for
so
long
…
and
it
pains
me
to
call
,
but
I
must
speak
to
you
.
Something
terrible
has
happened
.
»
Standing
in
the
kitchen
of
her
Paris
flat
,
Sophie
felt
a
chill
to
hear
him
again
after
all
these
years
.
His
gentle
voice
brought
back
a
flood
of
fond
childhood
memories
.
«
Sophie
,
please
listen
.
»
He
was
speaking
English
to
her
,
as
he
always
did
when
she
was
a
little
girl
.
Practice
French
at
school
.
Practice
English
at
home
.
«
You
cannot
be
mad
forever
.
Have
you
not
read
the
letters
that
I
’
ve
sent
all
these
years
?
Do
you
not
yet
understand
?
»
He
paused
.
«
We
must
speak
at
once
.
Please
grant
your
grandfather
this
one
wish
.
Call
me
at
the
Louvre
.
Right
away
.
I
believe
you
and
I
are
in
grave
danger
.
»
Sophie
stared
at
the
answering
machine
.
Danger
?
What
was
he
talking
about
?
«
Princess
…
»
Her
grandfather
’
s
voice
cracked
with
an
emotion
Sophie
could
not
place
.
«
I
know
I
’
ve
kept
things
from
you
,
and
I
know
it
has
cost
me
your
love
.
But
it
was
for
your
own
safety
.
Now
you
must
know
the
truth
.
Please
,
I
must
tell
you
the
truth
about
your
family
.
»
Sophie
suddenly
could
hear
her
own
heart
.
My
family
?
Sophie
’
s
parents
had
died
when
she
was
only
four
.
Their
car
went
off
a
bridge
into
fast
-
moving
water
.
Her
grandmother
and
younger
brother
had
also
been
in
the
car
,
and
Sophie
’
s
entire
family
had
been
erased
in
an
instant
.
She
had
a
box
of
newspaper
clippings
to
confirm
it
.
His
words
had
sent
an
unexpected
surge
of
longing
through
her
bones
.
My
family
!
In
that
fleeting
instant
,
Sophie
saw
images
from
the
dream
that
had
awoken
her
countless
times
when
she
was
a
little
girl
:
My
family
is
alive
!
They
are
coming
home
!
But
,
as
in
her
dream
,
the
pictures
evaporated
into
oblivion
.
Your
family
is
dead
,
Sophie
.
They
are
not
coming
home
.
