The door had barely closed behind him when my phone rang—Emily's number flashing on the screen. I ignored it, setting the phone aside as I tried to process everything that had just happened.
Kade joined me in the entry hall, his expression grim. "That went about as well as could be expected."
"He knows," I said simply.
"Was there ever any doubt he would recognize her?" Kade asked. "She has his eyes, his analytical mind."
"I know. I just... I thought we'd have more time."
Kade's hand found mine, his grip reassuring. "We'll handle this, Aria. Whatever comes next, we face it together. Like always."
I squeezed his hand gratefully, drawing strength from his unwavering support. But a nagging worry remained—what would Luca do with this newfound knowledge? And how would it affect the fragile
