Mia clutched the folder tightly as they stepped out of St. Mary’s Hospital. The truth weighed on her like chains—she wasn’t a Guilford. She was born Mia Scott, daughter of Mirabel Scott.
“Why would someone hide this from me?” she asked aloud, more to herself than to Richard.
Richard glanced sideways at her, jaw tense. “Whoever orchestrated this didn’t want you to know your real identity. The question is—why?”
Before Mia could answer, a black SUV suddenly screeched to a halt in front of them.
“Get down!” Richard shouted, yanking her behind a nearby bench.
Gunshots rang out, splintering glass and shattering the calm. Pedestrians screamed and scattered.
Kendrick, who had been waiting in the car, jumped out and returned fire with his concealed weapon. The SUV sped away seconds later, tir
