"Your mother's death certificate, and everything you need to know, including where she's buried here in Milan. At her residence, which is now in your name."
Eisley's breath caught in her throat as she processed his words, the weight of the revelation settling heavily on her shoulders.
Irwin's car was parked just a few steps away, its engine still humming softly in the quiet night. Robert had already stepped out to open the door for Irwin, but Eisley had beaten him to it. She had stepped to feel the cold air against her skin as she tried to steady herself. The file was clutched tightly to her chest.
As she approached the entrance of the apartment building where she was staying with Aurora, she noticed Irwin following closely behind.
"You don't need to send me back," Eisley said, turning to face Irwin. Her voice was steady, but there was an edge to it.
