I didn’t know Adrian Whitmore was you.”

She gave me a small, embarrassed smile.

“Daniel always called you Adrian. When I applied here, everything went through Mrs. Alvarez and the household agency. I knew your surname, obviously, but…”

“Whitmore isn’t exactly rare around Boston.”

It was such an ordinary explanation that I almost laughed.

The exact year my father restricted Daniel’s records.

Then she said, “I can bring it tomorrow.”

“I mean, please don’t change your evening or rush because of me. Bring it whenever you’re comfortable.”

She glanced toward