They returned to Hilton Group together.
"Right now, we have to admit it—whoever sent you that message and the embroidered pouch… there's a very good chance it was Aurora."
As unbelievable as it was, the existing clues all pointed in that direction.
Sophia rubbed her temples and leaned back on the couch. "I suspect someone is trying to set me up. She can't be alive. I've never— not once—felt like she was still in this world. She loved me too much. If she were alive, she would never have let me suffer at the hands of the Morgan Family."
Her tone was calm, steady—almost unnervingly rational.
Lucas walked behind her, his long fingers gently massaging her temples. "Even if you can't believe it yet, you should at least prepare yourself to accept the possibility. I'll send people to investigate. The best place to start is the hospital records, though after more than a decade… the trail might be cold."
Sophia's eyes snapped open.
Right—
