LOGINSoraya Miller’s POVBy the time the car turned onto the private road leading to the Thorne family’s lake house, it was already past nine.The trip had been meant to start much earlier, but Rielle had somehow managed to turn getting ready into a process that took an extra hour of fussing. There had b
Soraya Miller’s POVIt took a moment for the words to register. In the car, Lucien had told me he had spent nearly twenty years believing his mother was dead or that she had simply walked away from him. Only for the old man he had killed to claim to have seen her alive, and Lucien hadn’t known what
Soraya Miller’s POVThe photograph bent under my fingers, and I eased my grip before I could tear it. “You met her,” I repeated her words, as if it would help me understand her better. “When?” “The day that photograph was taken.” Clara nodded at the picture in my hand. “I had been asking questions
Soraya Miller’s POVClara’s hand was warm around mine, the way it had always been, and I hated that some automatic part of me still wanted to lean into it. Further down the corridor, a door opened and closed, and two attendants hurried past, glancing at us before they looked away. I yanked my hand
Soraya Miller’s POVI still didn't know what had happened after that.There had been no commotion or gossip that I had heard of, so I could only assume nothing too dramatic had happened.I pushed the thought aside as I reached the gazebo.Rielle was seated at the table in a pale yellow dress, her ha
Soraya Miller’s POV“Nothing?” Ron asked.I shook my head, slipping the phone into my pocket. “He didn't pick up.”“Maybe he's busy,” Ron offered.“Maybe.”I didn't sound convinced, and Ron seemed to notice because he immediately changed the topic. “Seriously, I’m going to put something into that Ad







