"This isn't real," Finlay muttered, staring at the photograph as though his disbelief alone could erase it. "It can't be."
I folded my arms, trying to steady myself against the tide of emotions threatening to swallow me whole. "Finlay, we need to focus." My voice sounded firmer than I felt. "That photo is just the beginning. There's more here we haven't uncovered yet."
He whipped around, his eyes blazing. "How am I supposed to focus when my father might have been. part of all this? He lied to me, Luciana. My entire life, he lied."
"Do you think this is easy for me?" I shot back, the frustration spilling over before I could stop it. "I've spent the last 24 hours wondering if my dead mother is somehow alive and working with a criminal mastermind. You're not the only one who's hurting, Fin
