A Place to Call Home (54 page)

But now the shrine was real. He was real. “I remember your name,” I said with a shrug.

“I remember yours,” he said flatly. “And it’s not Ann Nelson.”

“Why are you here?”

He smiled with no humor. “I’m going to make you an offer you can’t refuse.”

Gib Cameron had finally found me. It was appropriate that he knew who I really was. After all, he’d helped my mother name me before I was born.