Twelve years later...

I sit back in my chair and stretch out my legs as Anna moves between them. She decided long ago she wanted to use the name her biological parents gave her because it was after the woman who loved her the most.

After hearing her fake father call her the name he'd given her, she decided that day it would be the last time she used it. After all, every document that we had named her as Anna when she went to the bank in Germany.

"No, we won't be in attendance," I say into ...