Isabella's POV Sinclair, Sinclair, Sinclair. The name tasted bitter sweet on my lips. The air was warm on my skin as the maid opened the window. I had tried to shake the feeling since I met with Zara at the cemetery. Some kind of familiarity lingered with the name Sinclair. It gnawed at my chest with it's claws. Whatever it is I must find out.A light tap on the door. Antonio walks in. The maid excused us. “You called for me.” his thick voice resonated with rhythm.His wet hair glisten under the light. His crisp shirt tucked in black trousers. I shifted my gaze to his face before I wet my pants. “Do you know any Sinclair?” I blurted.“Ava's name is Sinclair.”He blinked as he shifted his gaze.Hmmm. Ava Sinclair. Something is fishy.“I mean any Maria Sinclair.”“Ava's mum.”“Ava's mum?”“She died two months ago.”The grave stone I saw had 35 years on it. I tapped on my thighs. She won't have died two months ago if she died some 10 - 15 years ago. I sense foul play.“Find out about
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