Sophia had always believed she remembered the orphanage.The truth was, she remembered pieces.A white ceiling.A cracked window.The smell of disinfectant.A woman in a faded blue dress carrying a tray of food.Children crying in the room beside hers.And sometimes, when she closed her eyes, she could hear the sound of rain striking an old metal roof.But she had never remembered a face.Not hers.Not her mother's.Not even the face of the woman who had left her there.For most of her life, Sophia had accepted that there was nothing more to remember.She had been abandoned.That was all.Or at least, that was what she had always believed.She sat in the study of her father's secluded house, staring at the screen of her laptop.The KINGSTON folder was still locked.Someone had accessed it.Someone had tried to delete something.And Daniel Ross had died before he could explain what he had found.Sophia should have been thinking about Eleanor.Instead, she was thinking about a photograp
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