She asks her mother to tell her all she knows, and her mother, who has by now researched this history extensively, complies. But the few clues available lead only to further questions, and Anne and her mother take the search into their own hands. Each new piece of information they unearth carries with it a freight of pain, a reminder of what was lost. But Anne, having chosen this search, persists: “I’m your daughter, Maman,” she tells her mother. “You’re the one who taught me how to do research, to gather information, to make even the smallest scrap of paper speak.

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