LOGINSoraya Miller’s POVIt was already around eleven o'clock by the time I found a staff member to direct me to my guest room for the night. It was smaller than Rielle's, which wasn't surprising, but still far nicer than anywhere I had expected to sleep while accompanying someone on a trip as their att
Soraya Miller’s POVRielle’s room was on the second floor at the end of a wide corridor. She pushed the door open and walked in without looking back, and I followed. It looked like it had been lifted off the cover of an Architectural Digest issue, and I couldn’t think of a better way to describe it
Soraya 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







