Kyra's POV
The sunflower field stretched out in front of me, their heads turned toward the sun. Emily stood next to me as the breeze moved through the flowers. After everything with Felicia and that fight with Matt, I needed to clear my head.
Sylvia paced restlessly inside me, sensing my unease.
"It was family all along," she whispered in my mind.
Felicia's revelation about Don Gallian Foster possibly orchestrating my mother's kidnapping when she was just a child had shaken me to my core. But with Gallian long dead, that particular trail had gone cold.
I had to focus on what I could still dig up about my mother's murder. Attorney Lee thought those documents were gone, but I had copies. The way he suddenly backed off, though? That was suspicious as hell.
"What's your next move?" Emily broke into my thoughts.
I let out a long breath. "Honestly? No clue."
