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Audrey's POVFor a moment, I forgot how to breathe.My mother's face filled the screen. The same face that had spent years looking at me with disappointment.The same face that had never once chosen me over Kylie, the same face that was now sitting in front of a national audience with tears in her eyes."I always suspected there was something unusual about Audrey's adoption," she said.My grip tightened around the tablet. Beside me, Logan went completely still…The dangerous kind."What do you mean by unusual?"The reporter asked, leaning forward eagerly.My mother's expression trembled and I almost laughed. I'd seen that performance before.She did that every time she wanted sympathy, every time she wanted to be the victim, every time she wanted people on her side."I wasn't given many details," she said softly."But there were things that never made sense,” she added.John appeared beside me and Elena followed close behind. The moment they saw the screen, both of them froze."Can you

Audrey's POVThe room went completely silent.They found Margaret Doyle dead. For a moment, nobody moved, nobody spoke, nobody seemed capable of processing what we'd just heard.Twenty-five years, twenty-five years of unanswered questions, twenty-five years of dead ends.And now the one person who might have known how Amelia Hargrove became Audrey Hepburn was gone.I felt sick, not because I knew Margaret. I didn't, but because I knew what this meant.Someone had gotten there first, someone had known she mattered and someone had decided she would never talk."When?" John's voice cut through the silence."This morning,” the officer said, he glanced down at his notes and my stomach dropped.This morning…As in today…As in while we'd been sitting here discussing photographs, interviews, and adoption records.The realization sent a chill through me and Logan's expression darkened."Cause of death?"Logan asked and the officer hesitated."Police are calling it a suspected heart attack,” the

Audrey's POVFor several seconds, nobody moved, nobody said anything.The name hung in the air like a threat. “Victor Hale.”After everything we had uncovered, after every secret, every missing piece, every unanswered question, somehow we had finally reached a person.This time, it wasn't a theory, it was not a document, it was not a forgotten file sitting in some abandoned office. It was a person.I stared at Logan, waiting for him to tell me this was another coincidence.I wanted him to say there was another explanation, but he didn't and that scared me more than anything."You're sure?" John finally asked.His voice was low, controlled, but I could hear the anger underneath it, the same anger I had seen when he talked about losing Amelia.The same anger of a father who had spent twenty-five years searching for his child. Logan nodded slowly."The company records are clear. Victor Hale was listed as the director before the company dissolved,” Logan said."Find him,” John said and st

Audrey's POV The penthouse felt unusually quiet.It was not peaceful, it was just quiet. There was a difference. Peace implied comfort and this wasn't comfort. This was the silence that settled before a storm.I stood beside the floor-to-ceiling windows with a cup of coffee in my hands, staring at the Los Angeles skyline.Victor Hale…The name refused to leave my head. Every answer seemed to lead back to him.The photographs, the adoption, the mysterious visitor, Margaret Doyle, the shell company. Everything pointed in the same direction and I hated it, because the closer we got to the truth, the more dangerous everything became.Behind me, Logan stepped into the room. I didn't need to turn around. After months together, I could recognize his footsteps anywhere."You've been standing there for twenty minutes,” he said and I sighed."Have you been timing me?" I asked."Maybe,” he replied.I finally glanced over my shoulder. He looked unfairly attractive for someone who had only been a

Audrey's POVThe photograph lay on the conference table like a live grenade.Matteo and Victor Halenstanding less than three feet apart.Not by accident, not in passing.They were obviously talking. Logan was the first to break the silence."When was this taken?" Logan asked.Kimmie slid another document across the polished table."Eight days ago,” Kimmie replied and John's expression darkened."Location?" John asked."A private marina in Long Beach,” she replied and I frowned."A marina?" I asked and Kimmie nodded."The meeting lasted eleven minutes,” Kimmie said.Only eleven. Eleven minutes had somehow connected my past and present in ways I never imagined."This one,” Logan said, as he picked up another photograph."Victor arrived first,” Kimmie said, as she leaned closer."And Matteo?" Logan asked."Came six minutes later,” she replied and John folded his arms."They are working on something” John muttered.No one disagreed. The evidence spoke for itself, a meeting like that di