登入"Because I was only allowed to bring one of you."Richard's confession seemed to drain the air from the room.I stared at him."One of us?"He didn't look up."Serena, please.""No. You don't get to say that and then ask me to be patient."My voice sounded unfamiliar, even to me."Who was the other child?"Richard pressed his palms against his knees."Isabella."I stepped backwards.For years, I had believed Isabella and I had grown up together because Richard had brought us home as children. I remembered her holding my hand when I was frightened of thunderstorms. I remembered the arguments over clothes, the birthday celebrations, the secrets we shared beneath blankets after everyone else had gone to bed.Were those memories real?Had our childhood been another arrangement?"You're telling me you chose me and left Isabella behind?""No.""Then explain what you mean!"Richard finally looked at me."I didn't know I was choosing between you. I was told I was taking one child home for pro
"Julian Cross."I repeated the name quietly, almost as if saying it aloud would make the situation easier to understand.It didn't.For weeks, Julian had existed as a collection of photographs, conflicting documents and rumours. We had been told he was dead, then that he was alive. We had discovered that Alexander might not have been his father, and now Richard was telling me that he had been keeping Isabella alive.I turned towards him."Where is he?""I don't know.""You're beginning to sound like everyone else.""I know where he used to operate. I know the people who worked for him. But I haven't seen him in years.""Then how do you know he has Isabella?"Richard looked at the bracelet."Because Julian was the only person Celeste trusted with that particular arrangement.""What arrangement?"He glanced at Damien."She wanted Isabella protected until you were old enough to understand what happened at Northbridge."I frowned."Why would Julian protect Isabella for Celeste?""Because
"You're looking at her."Vivienne's words hung in the room.I stared at her, waiting for her to explain. Waiting for her to laugh and tell me there had been a misunderstanding.But she didn't.I looked down at the document again.Then at Richard.Then at Victor."Say that again."Vivienne took a careful breath. "You are Celeste's first daughter, Serena."I shook my head."No.""Serena—""No. My mother was Vivienne. That's what the documents said. That's what everyone told me.""Those documents were created to protect your identity.""Protect me from what? Knowing who gave birth to me?"My voice rose before I could control it.Richard stepped towards me, but I moved away."Don't."He stopped.I could see the conflict in his expression, but I had spent too long accepting half-answers from people who claimed to care about me."All my life, I called you my father," I said. "You watched me grow up. You were there when I needed you. And now I'm supposed to believe that the person who raised
For a moment, I couldn't hear anything except the sound of my own breathing.The person ordered to die if the truth came out was me.I looked at Vivienne, waiting for her to take back the words. She didn't."Why?" I finally asked.She glanced towards the window, where Richard and Victor were approaching the house."Because your existence threatens an agreement that was never supposed to be questioned.""What agreement?""The original Northbridge agreement."Damien stepped between us."Enough riddles, Vivienne. If someone ordered Serena's death, tell us who signed it.""I don't know.""Convenient.""I know who authorised it. I don't know whose signature appears on the final document."I turned towards the door."Then let's ask Richard."Damien caught my attention."Serena, we need to think.""I've done enough thinking. My father is outside with the man who disappeared from our estate, carrying an envelope that apparently concerns my death. I want answers.""I won't stop you."His voice
Nobody moved.The name Dr Hayes had whispered seemed to settle over the room.Vivienne.Damien's first wife. The woman whose death certificate we had found. The woman everyone had insisted was buried twenty-four years ago.And now she was standing outside the door."Open it," I whispered.Damien glanced at me."Serena, wait.""I've spent weeks looking for answers. I'm not going to stand here while another person decides what I'm allowed to hear."He studied my face, then stepped aside.I approached the door."Who are you?" I called.A quiet laugh came from the other side."You used to ask that question when you were little."My hand froze on the handle.I had no memory of such a moment."I don't remember you.""I know.""Then why should I believe you're Vivienne?"There was a pause."Because your mother used to sing to you whenever you refused to sleep. You hated the final verse, so she always stopped before finishing it."My chest tightened.Nobody had ever told me that.I opened the
For several seconds, nobody moved.Dr Hayes was staring at Damien. Damien was staring back at him, his expression so controlled that I couldn't tell what he was thinking.I looked down at Nadia's phone again.SHE HAS ALREADY CHOSEN WHICH DAUGHTER TO SAVE."Who sent this?" I asked.Nadia checked the number. "It's hidden. Whoever sent it doesn't want us tracing them.""Or they want us to know they're watching," Damien said.Dr Hayes slowly stepped away from the doorway."We need to move somewhere private."I almost laughed."Private? We've spent weeks discovering that every private conversation in our lives was built around a lie.""Miss Vale, I understand your anger.""No, you don't. You know my name, you recognise this identification tag, and apparently you know something about my mother. Yet you're still asking me to trust you."He lowered his eyes."You're right."That answer unsettled me more than an argument would have.He turned and walked towards a study at the end of the hallwa







