Upon arriving at the prison, Lyra found herself juggling a tumultuous mix of emotions. The journey from Duncan Enterprises had been a blur, her world-shattering and attempting to realign itself in the wake of the startling revelation.
Her mother, Marjorie Whitmore, sat on the other side of the glass partition. The prison had stripped away her veneer of opulence and dignity, but the steel in her eyes remained undiminished.
"Mom," Lyra began, her voice wavering, "I've found a way."
Marjorie's eyes widened marginally, the first sign of hope flickering in her gaze. "A way? For what, Lyra?"
"To destroy Sienna Hamilton. To expose her lies. And to free you," she added, trying to match her mother's unyielding determination.
"How?" Marjorie asked, her tone cautious, but hopeful.
"You wouldn't believe it, but Sienna... she's not who she claims to be. She's Kate Hendrix, David's supposed dead wife."
Marjorie sat silent for a moment, her eyes scanning her daughter's face for any hint of jest. Fin
