Naomi POV
The photograph falls from Kaelen's hand.
It lands on the floor face up. The blonde woman stares at the ceiling. Sea-glass eyes. A smile I have only seen in old pictures.
Elara. His dead wife. Alive.
The room spins. My knees go weak. I grip Elena tighter. The baby stirs but does not wake.
Kaelen stands frozen. His face is white. His hands hang at his sides.
"Marco," he says. His voice is hollow. "You are sure?"
"The room had food. Water. A bed. Signs of recent living. We found her passport. Her jewelry. Things she took when she left."
Kaelen bends down. He picks up the photograph. He stares at it.
"She was supposed to be dead. The car accident. The fire."
"Maybe it was faked, boss. Maybe Henderson helped her."
My stomach turns.
Henderson. Julian. Elara. All of them con
