Irina's POV
I turned around and spotted a couple standing in the doorway—Lauren and Mack Quentin. Their wrinkled clothing and exhausted expressions told me they'd been on the road. They had the look of decent, everyday folks.
"Who are you?" I asked, shooting them a sideways glance while keeping my face neutral.
Lauren dropped her bags, dabbed the perspiration from her forehead, and flashed me a tentative smile. "We're looking for our daughter. I believe... she goes by Irina Brent."
My eyebrows rose a fraction. "That's me."
Before I could say another word, Lauren rushed toward me, her eyes bright with unshed tears. "Sweetheart, I've been hunting for you this whole time. Where have you been hiding? We've worried ourselves sick over you for years."
I backed away, and Lauren's attempted embrace fell short.
Mack brushed his eyes, managing an uncomfortable grin. "That's right, your mother and I looked high and low. Thank God we finally tracked you down."
