I stood frozen, phone clutched in my hand, the stranger's words still ringing in my ears. *The true heir to the Bella fortune. The daughter that was stolen twenty-five years ago.*
"I need to confirm who I'm speaking with," I finally managed to say into the phone, keeping my voice steady despite the earthquake happening inside me. "How do I know you're telling the truth?"
"Ask about the birthmark shaped like a crescent moon on your left shoulder blade," the woman replied. "No one in the Johnson household has ever seen it because you've always hidden it. Evelyn has the same mark."
My breath caught. No one knew about that birthmark. I'd always been careful to keep it covered, feeling instinctively that it was something private.
"Who are you?" I pressed.
"My name is Claire Pierce. I'm with Special Operations. We've been monitoring Dylan Ollie, and he's ready to talk. About everything."
