Sienna stared down in disbelief at the body in the coffin.
She tried to reason that perhaps her stepmother looked different in death. After all, no matter how hard the embalmer tried, they wouldn't be able to restore her to a lifelike appearance.
However, try as she might, Sienna couldn't lie to herself.
The person in the coffin was someone else altogether.
A stranger.
Before she could lose her nerve, she reached out and plucked a strand of hair to keep with a silent apology to the woman in the coffin.
If Mrs Astor had technically died in prison and had been sent back to her family, but the person who arrived was not Mrs Astor, it begged the question…
Where was Mrs Astor?
Carefully keeping the strand of hair in a spare plastic bag, Sienna began to feel dread pooling in her stomach.
Something was very wrong. However, she couldn't just leave in the middle of what everyone assumed to be her step mother's funeral.
