POV: Mia (Zero)
I stood outside his office for almost ten minutes, holding the folder.
My hands had stopped shaking, but only because they’d gone numb. My body felt disconnected from itself, like I’d stepped outside my skin and left the real Mia behind somewhere between the archive shelves and the moment I saw his name on the page.
Alexander Moore.
The man who saved me.
The man who held me when my memories came back.
The man who might have helped create me.
I raised my hand to knock, then let it fall. Instead, I turned the handle and walked in.
He was behind the desk, bent over a report, a pen twirling between his fingers. His tie was undone, sleeves rolled up to the elbows. He looked up when I entered, and for the first time, I couldn’t read his expression.
“Mia,” he said. “I was
