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and a pen, then perched a pair of reading glasses on the end of his mashed up nose. The reading glasses hung a little crookedly.
    “Mrs. Thompson, first of all, where were you born?”
    “Spain.”
    “Do you hold Spanish citizenship?”
    She shook her head. Another pang of loss. “No. I renounced my Spanish citizenship at the time I obtained United States citizenship. That was in 1987.”
    “I see. Why did you not keep dual citizenship?”
    “My husband was an American diplomat.”
    “When and where did you marry?”
    “In Calella, Spain. April, 1981.”
    “Why did it take so long to get your U.S. Citizenship?”
    Adelina stared at the man. Wondering if she was making a mistake. She’d kept Richard’s secrets for thirty years, to protect her children, to protect her brother. But then she remembered. Richard had hired killers to kidnap their daughter Andrea. He’d sent killers after her and Jessica. He’d finally gone insane. There was no more keeping secrets.
    In a flat, toneless voice, she replied, “Because Richard didn’t want anyone to know he’d raped a child. So we waited until I was significantly older than eighteen.”
    Tremblay coughed, his eyes slightly bugging. “Please clarify.”
    “I was sixteen when Richard Thompson raped me. He was a serving diplomat in Spain at the time. He then murdered my father a few weeks later, when my father became suspicious. My mother and priest forced me to marry him when they realized I was pregnant.”
    “Dear Lord,” Tremblay said. “Yet, you’ve stayed with him more than thirty years.”
    “It’s not that simple that I could just walk away. I had to stay to protect my children and my brother,” she said. “They’re worth a lifetime of torture.”
    “Why did you flee now?”
    “My youngest daughter, Andrea, is not his. When he learned she was coming back to the United States, he sent assassins after her. And me.”
    “Andrea Thompson,” he mused. “I saw a great deal in the news about her. And you believe that if you go back to the United States, you’ll face risk of further attacks?”
    Bitterly, she said, “He won’t stop until I’m dead.”
    Tremblay closed his notebook then took a sheaf of paper out of his briefcase. “Wait just a moment, please. I’m going to approve your case to go forward, which is going to raise a stink since you’re from the United States. You’ll likely be facing some media attention. Sorry about that.”
    Adelina gasped. He dialed his phone, and a moment later was speaking with someone. “Yes. Yes. I need a date. Okay…”
    Tremblay hung up the phone and scribbled a date into a blank at the top of the stack of forms.
    “Your hearing date will be June 26 th . In the meantime, you’ll need to fill these forms out completely. You have fifteen days to complete them and return them to me. I’m issuing you and your daughter two-month visas. Welcome to Canada.”
    Adelina burst into tears. Tremblay looked helpless, so he continued to awkwardly fill out paperwork and look away while she tried to collect herself.
    “I’ll need to see your passports, ma’am. Do you have your daughter’s?”
    “I do,” she said. She fumbled in her purse and passed over their personal passports. Tremblay scanned them with his phone then took pictures of the photo pages. A moment later he stamped both.
    “Thank you,” she whispered.
    “My pleasure, ma’am. Do you have a place to stay while you are here?”
    “Not yet, but I have money to rent a couple of rooms. For now I’ll stay at the hospital until Jessica is recovered.”
    He smiled and passed her a business card. “Here is my number in case you need to reach me. I’m based out of the border station in Abbotsford—the one you sneaked by when you crossed that field. I hope you’ll allow me to help if you need anything at all.”
    She gave him a smile, and he left. Her heart was pounding, hard, a feeling that was all too familiar. A full-blown panic attack was on the way.