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"So, Aunt Millie was a… flapper?" Ethan drawled, the photograph between his fingers trembling. The woman in the picture, his great-aunt, was nothing like the sweet, slightly dotty old woman he remembered. This woman wore daring lipstick, a beaded dress, and a mischievous expression that made his stomach churn. His mother had always painted Aunt Millie as a quiet churchgoer, a picture of domesticity. Ethan set the photo down, pushing his chair back from the table. The carefully constructed façade of his family’s history – it all felt like a sham.