en, demanding an explanation beyond a simple nod. The air

acticed, somber tone, "you were three years old. You disappeared during a charity gala at the Plaza." He painted

devastated. A few months later, she was in a car accident. She's been in a coma ever since." She watched Aria's face f

Group has been... struggling since." He explained that a private investigator, hired for something else, had stumbled upon an ol

a movie plot she had no interest in watching. The memories of her past life-a

y waited for her tears, her questions, some s

word dropped like a

irl's coldness felt insulting. Unnatural. Preston

said, his voice softening, trying to sou

" Aria stated. The words were ab

elissa exchanged a frustrated glance. This

already pale, lost another shade of color. Aria was at her side in an instant, her earlier d

e plea, found Aria's. "Sweetheart, please listen to me." Her voice came out

to see you in a home that can take care of you, give you

on. She could fix it, given time and resources this town didn't have. But she coul

with the best medical care," he said smoothly. "She ca

ng face, she felt trapped. Her freedom, her quiet life, was a price Helen was no longer willing to let

weight of fifteen years of a stranger's grief, and the heavie

nk," she finally sa

n, a glossy brochure about the Sinclair Group, and a number for a private car service. Then they w

Richard's daughter," she hissed, pulling out a silk handkerchief to wipe her h

Her attitude doesn't matter. We found her. That's all that

e tucked the blankets around her, Aria felt a deep sense of powerlessness-a feeling she hadn't experienced