's voice came through the line, calm and aler

voice was steady

rived within minutes. This time, Caddie didn't

a paper bag with a croissant. "Eat somethi

in both hands. The warmth spread

attan behind. They drove north, crossing into the green, gated estat

e was on the phone, calling every tech expert he knew. T

n disarray and Julien looking like a ghost

his voice ragged. "She left

act him, turned on the

rday. According to passengers, during the critical moments after the engines failed, a mysterious female passenger en

screen-the profile of a woman with long,

r continued. "The airline has publicly appealed for her to

file-it felt familiar. He shook his head, dismissing the thought.

rough imposing iron gates and stopped

waiting at the entrance. Eleanor Dawson, the long-serving head of the Kensington

ing room. Burrell gestured for her to sit an

" he said

trust documents, and a d

ton-were brilliant scientists. After the so-called accident, your mother lost her memo

s jaw t

es. They claimed you as their own daughter to collect the child support p

raised as their biological child. She enjoy

r lap. She wasn't the impostor. Kierst

he said. "Wher

she never stopped looking for you. We only confirmed your identity recently through the DNA test y

lished for you by the Kensington family. And the stock certificates f

res without registering t

kept for you all these years. Every piece of furniture, every book on the shelf-your mother

er eyes burned, but she

"I want to take back what'