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They all looked at me as though I’d grown two heads. The line between us and Peter went silent momentarily, and I realized I’d stopped pedaling, dropping out of proximity communications. I sped up immediately, getting onto Peter’s back wheel.
“It can’t be right, Peter. There must be a mistake that can easily be cleared up.”
“I don’t think so, Amy. Too many parties have arrived at the same conclusion through separate investigations.”
“It’s inconceivable. Nothing in my life history shows me that this folly may be true. Neither Mom nor Dad mentioned anything.”
“You must absorb this situation quickly, Amy. Too many people know now about you and precisely where you are. You have been a well-kept secret since your parents died.”
“My parents. Was the lineage through Dad or Mom?”
“Your father was the great-grandson of the last Emperor of Russia.”
“Did he know?”
“No. It seems his life was kept secret from him, but others knew.”
“Was he murdered?”