I didn't see Frade for days. He had a man named Mark watching me. I remember he was the man in the helicopter that night. Wherever I go, I must be within his sight. I can't even use my cell phone, which makes me anxious.
No one told me where Frade was, and my daily activities were confined to the villa area. To kill time, I sometimes sneak into the attic on the top floor. I lifted every canvas and saw every portrait. Mia looks different in each portrait. There are pictures of her smiling, of her standing quietly by the sea, and of her sitting in the corridor looking sad.
Those are Frade's memories of her. I looked at each painting and was intrigued by Mia. I never thought I'd have a sister in this world. What kind of life did she have? Were her adoptive parents nice to her?
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