Mrs Luciana arrived at nine thirty in the morning.
Sofia had called her the night before and kept it simple. She had said there was something important that needed to be said in person and that Mara was there and that she needed her mother to come. Mrs Luciana had not asked many questions. She had simply said she would be there by morning.
That was who she was.
The car pulled through the Grayson estate gates and Mrs Luciana sat forward slightly in her seat as the house came into view. She said nothing for a moment. Just looked at the sprawling grounds and the wide front steps and the kind of quiet that only existed in places built to keep the noise of the world at a distance.
Sofia watched her mother’s face from the passenger seat.
“You knew something was different about her didn’t yo
