Adrian POV
We spent the rest of the day at Elena's flat going through everything we could find about Grace and by the evening we had enough to piece together the story my father had spent his whole life running from.
Grace Williams. Born 1965. Died 1995 in a car accident on the M25 on a rainy Tuesday night. My father would have been thirty years old and she would have been thirty when she died and every single photo we found of her looked exactly like Elena.
Not similar. Not close. Exactly.
Same face, same dark hair, same eyes that seemed to look right through you, and I sat there on Elena's sofa surrounded by printed photos and old newspaper clippings and felt the ground shift beneath everything I thought I knew about my father.
"He was trying to replace her," I said and the words ca
