Catherine's Pov
I stood at the library window and watched Freya and George walk in the garden. They talked a lot, but they never touched. They just stayed close, like an invisible string kept pulling them together.
My heart felt heavy.
The way George tilted his head when he listened, exactly like Freya.
Their eyes were the same stormy gray.
Same cheekbones. Same nose. Same habit of pushing their hands into pockets when they felt nervous.
And the last name. Laurent.
“No,” I whispered to the empty room. “It can’t be true.”
But deep inside, my blood was singing the truth. I had been pretending not to see it since the day George arrived.
I went to find Marcus in his study. He was reading patrol reports. When he saw my face, he dropped everything.
“Catherine? What’s wrong?”
I shut
