The late afternoon sun streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Sterling mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. I sat on the plush sofa in the living room, my phone clutched in my hand as I reread Clara Beaumont's text message.
*My brother Dominic just called. He's flying in to see you personally about the photograph. It's more important than we realized.*
My heart raced. Dominic Beaumont was coming specifically to see me about a photograph connected to my grandmother? This could be the breakthrough I'd been searching for.
"Elara, darling!" Cassandra Holloway's shrill voice shattered my concentration as she waltzed into the room, trailed by Fiona. "There you are. We've been looking everywhere for you."
I slipped my phone into my pocket and stood, instantly on guard. Cassandra never sought me out unless she wanted something, and with Fiona at her side, this couldn't be good.
