Damien's POV
The drive back was twenty minutes of silence and thinking.
Mei sat in the back with her bag on her lap looking out the window like someone taking in a city she had decided to assess rather than admire. Sophia sat beside me with the laptop against her chest and her eyes on the road and her mind somewhere I could see but not reach.
I let her have it.
At the fifteen-minute mark she said "Miss Chen."
I glanced at her.
"Linda Marsh," she said. "She's been in that house for eleven years. She would have been there when I arrived. When I left. Every dinner, every argument, every conversation I had with Marcus and Victoria in that house for three years." She paused. "She knew everything about me before I knew anything about myself."
"Yes," I said.
"Diana built a file on me," sh
