Clara barely remembered leaving her father's house.
One moment she had been sitting in Richard Bennett's living room listening to him talk about secrets buried for twenty years.
The next, she was in Alexander's car speeding across the city toward an address Ethan had texted her.
The rain had stopped. Dark clouds still covered the sky, but the storm seemed to be fading. Unfortunately, the same couldn't be said for the storm inside Clara's mind.
Emily's storage unit, twenty-two years old, had a hidden key. Nothing about it made sense.
Beside her, Alexander drove in silence. His hands remained steady on the steering wheel. His expression remained calm.
But Clara knew him well enough now to recognize the signs. He was thinking,analyzing and trying to connect pieces that refused to fit to
