Sophie’s POV
I couldn't take my eyes off the photograph.
Mary.
My stepmother.
Standing beside my mother.
Standing beside my father.
And beside them was a man I had never seen before.
My fingers trembled as I turned the photograph over again.
She knows everything, Sophie.
I read the words repeatedly.
“What does this mean?” I whispered.
Alexander took the photograph from my hand.
“I don't know.”
“You know something.”
He looked at me.
“I told you, I have questions too.”
“Then let's find the answers.”
I picked up the folded document.
It was old.
The edges were slightly damaged, and some of the ink had faded.
I carefully unfolded it.
The first thing I noticed was my mother's name.
Evelyn Lane.
My heart tightened.
I began reading.
It was a business agreement between my m
