She found herself in the garden where they'd danced just hours before. The fairy lights still twinkled in the morning sun, but they looked sad now, like stars that had lost their way.
Luna sank onto the bench where Grayson had confessed his love, her mind reeling. If Roberts was right, if she really was Luna Winters, then everything she'd believed about herself was a carefully constructed lie. The foster families, the group homes, the struggle to survive—all of it built on a foundation of deception.
And Grayson's family had built their fortune on her mother's stolen work.
"I knew you'd come here."
She looked up to find him standing at the edge of the garden, his expression unreadable.
"I needed to think," she said quietly.
"And have you? Thought?" He approached slowly, as if she were
