Until now, everything had been guesses.
Just like before when we suspected Camilla had been the one behind my death. Without proof, it was all smoke and shadows. No matter how certain I felt in my bones, certainty meant nothing without evidence.
So I kept digging.
Kept watching.
Kept waiting.
I needed the truth more than anything else.
Was the person who had hunted me so patiently… really someone who had grown up beside me?
Lewis didn't stop what he was doing. His hands stayed firm at my waist, steady and grounded, moving with a calm confidence that eased my breathing. The way he touched me wasn't rushed. It was controlled like he was anchoring me without words.
"We were right," he said quietly. "She isn't your sister. At least, when that DNA sample was taken, your real sister was still alive. But after all these years…"
He paused. "…there's no trace of her now."
The moment the truth settled, my chest tightened.
