Morning came too quickly. Sophie barely slept.
The image from the message replayed in her mind again and again — the old photograph of Ethan outside the hospital ten years ago. It wasn’t just proof that someone had been watching. It meant someone had known about that night, about the moment everything in her life had changed.
And they had waited.
She stood by the kitchen counter in the estate’s massive kitchen, holding a mug of hot coffee. The sun was just beginning to rise over the lawns in the garden outside the windows, painting the sky in pale orange.
Across the room, Ethan was already dressed for the board meeting. Dark suit. Well iron shirt. Calm expression.
If someone didn’t know better, they would think he was preparing for a normal business day. But Sophie knew better. Today
