The morning light entered through the curtains, casting a pale glow across my room.
I paced back and forth, my mind spinning, my heart heavy with the revelation from the previous night.
My half-sister, the woman who had disappeared from my life years ago without a trace, was Bruno's first wife. And everyone in this mansion seemed certain that he'd killed her.
The knowledge twisted in my chest like a knife, making it hard to breathe. Discovering that the sister I'd mourned for years had been here, in this house, with this man, made me nauseated.
It felt like the ground had opened up beneath me, threatening to pull me into some dark, terrifying abyss.
A shiver ran through me as I tried to wrap my mind around it all. I had to get to the bottom of what had really happened to her. But how?
I couldn't trust anyone here—not Sofia, with her venomous threats, and certainly not Bruno, who kept his secrets hidden behind a dark, terrifying mask.
