Sophia's POV
I stared at the photograph for a long time.
The building was unmistakable once you knew what you were looking at. St. Clement's Hospital, East London. The grey stone facade, the specific arch above the entrance, the lamppost on the left that had always been slightly crooked.
I had stood outside that building at nineteen years old in a coat that was too thin for the weather and watched two people I loved get carried in and not carried back out.
"You're sure," Damien said.
"I'm sure," I said.
He looked at the message again. Don't tell the brothers.
"We tell the brothers," he said immediately.
"I know," I said.
"I'm not meeting anyone alone who knows about a dead child connected to my family and is currently in contact with Mrs. Park."
"I know Damien."
"And you're not
