The video ended.
Ryan dropped to his knees.
“Harper, please,” he begged. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. We can fix this.”
Brianna backed away from him, horrified.
I looked down at the man I had loved for eight years.
“I forgive you,” I said quietly. “But you get nothing.”
Then Eleanor’s phone rang.
She answered, listened, and slowly turned pale.
When she hung up, she looked at me.
“They found Sofia Rivera,” she said softly. “She died five years ago.”
“That’s terrible,” I whispered.
Eleanor shook her head.
“Before she died, Sofia had a daughter. A baby she gave up for closed adoption because she couldn’t afford to raise her. The adoption was arranged by Charles Cole to keep the bloodline hidden.”
The room tilted.
Eleanor took my hand.
“Her daughter’s name was Harper.”
Two years have passed since Cedar Lake revealed the truth about my past and the foundation of my future.
