The room was cold, its silence heavy with unspoken words and wary glances. My grip tightened around my little happiness—my daughter—as we stood before the officers and Elder Montgomery. The moment his eyes landed on Diana, something flickered across his expression. Recognition. Shock. A strange sense of knowing.
It unsettled me.
He had never met Diana before—so why did he look as though he knew exactly who she was?
I remained silent, unwilling to make assumptions as I settled onto the recliner, allowing Diana to rest her head against my shoulder. No matter what happened, I wouldn’t let this turn into something that could traumatize her.
“Rosé Presley—this is your name, correct?” One of the officers spoke, his thick French accent curling around my name with formality. His sharp
