Alexander’s POV
I’m not dreaming. It’s real. Like, it’s f*****g real.
She’s here—standing before the crowd as Leonard Montgomery introduces her as their daughter. Their daughter.
His speech ends, and the crowd erupts into cheers, but I can’t move. My hands stay limp at my sides as shock roots me to the spot.
I turn my head slowly to look at Cynthia, her jaw still slack as though her mind is trying to piece together what we’re witnessing. Finally, she glances at me, her face tight with confusion, before excusing herself.
Good. Perfect. I don’t need her buzzing around me right now.
My gaze snaps back to Isabel—or is it Claire Montgomery?—as she stands poised and radiant in front of the crowd. How? How is she alive? And if she’s alive, why couldn’t I find her?
But then again
