Alexander’s POV
I sit in my car a few miles from the LM Group building, staring blankly at the road ahead. I can’t believe I’m here again, caught up in this madness.
I’d accepted long ago to let it go—that Claire Montgomery isn’t Isabel. But today, Collins’ question keeps gnawing at me, refusing to let me move on.
“What will you do if Claire happens to be the real Isabel we thought died five years ago?”
It wasn’t just a casual question. No, there was something in his tone, something that said he knew more than he was letting on.
Collins is my friend, and I’ve known him long enough to sense when he’s hinting at something.
Now, here I am, clutching the steering wheel and tapping my fingers against it, the other hand pressed hard against my temple as I think about the consequences of wh
