Fiona - POV
As soon as I stepped into the room, I was hit by a bittersweet realization: I had become a master at masking my emotions. Even before I met their eyes, I convinced myself that I was fine—strong, composed, untouchable. But deep down, I knew that wasn’t the case. The moment I entered the conference hall, where they were all waiting, the pain surged back, clawing its way through me as I stood there, exposed and vulnerable. Facing the person responsible for my parents' death felt like willingly stepping into the lion’s den, yet I knew it was something I had to do. Putting myself in danger seemed like the only way to uncover the truth.
What I couldn’t ignore, though, was the gnawing certainty that Theo’s parents weren’t behind my attempted murder. Someone else was orchestrating th
