The safe house fell silent as the woman stepped into the light, her features sharp and striking against the cold night. Claire’s heart raced, recognition flickering like a spark in her mind.
“Claire,” the woman said again, her voice steady but laced with an edge that sent a chill down Claire’s spine. “It’s been a long time.”
“Who are you?” John demanded, stepping protectively in front of Claire. His grip on the gun didn’t waver.
The woman tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. “I’m not here to cause trouble,” she said, her gaze sliding past John to meet Claire’s. “You know who I am.”
Claire’s throat tightened, and memories flooded back unbidden. She stepped out from behind John, her voice trembling. “Tara… Tara Donovan?”
The woman’s smile widened. “Good, you remember. Tha
