Kate’s POV
"Family?"
The word hung in the air, heavy.
My parents were dead, and the only other person who shared my blood had abandoned me on the side of the road with nothing but a cardboard box and a broken heart.
I didn't need to ask Peter who it was. I knew.
I walked past him, my stockinged feet making no sound on the cool floor as I approached the archway of the living room. My heart hammered a slow, heavy rhythm against my ribs, but I forced my face into a mask of indifference. I wasn't the girl who begged for a ride anymore, I was the lady of the manor.
I stepped into the room and sitting on the edge of the pristine white sofa, clutching a cheap handbag like a shield, was Maddie. She looked smaller than I remembered, the expensive art and high ceilings of the Castello estate
