It felt like her mother had truly come back to life. Every smile, every little expression in the dream was so real. She even talked to her. Her mother’s voice was exactly how she’d always imagined—soft and sweet. Wiona wished she could have dreams like that every night.
She took the pendant from her nightstand and slipped it around her neck, not hesitating for a second.
That morning, she left early. She was heading out to meet Louisa and finally check out whatever secret house Wilson had been hiding. She didn’t even stop in to see the babies before she left.
Eight o’clock, number eight Peace Road. Wiona showed up on the dot. Louisa looked her up and down, clearly pleased. “So you came after all. Funny how you act like you don’t care, but your actions say otherwise. Wiona, you always play the high and mighty card. I really thought you had some backbone. What a letdown.”
Wiona could tell Louisa just wanted to take out her frustrations on her. But she wasn’t about to be anyone’s emotional trash can. “If you can’t speak to me like a normal person, then let’s talk when you learn how.”
She turned and got back in her car, ready to drive off.
Louisa realized she wasn’t bluffing and stomped her foot. “Get back here! Fine, Wiona, I give up. You win, okay?”
Wiona got out of the car again. “Alright.”
Louisa couldn’t find the words. She didn’t remember Wiona being this infuriating when they were kids.
Today, Wiona wore a tracksuit, her long hair pulled up in a high ponytail. She looked nothing like the woman who’d been waltzing around in dresses and long skirts lately. Louisa couldn’t help rolling her eyes. “What, closing your gallery today?”
Wiona grinned. “Yep. When it comes to figuring out my father’s secrets and learning about my own past, the gallery can wait.”
The truth was, she’d opened the gallery for exactly this moment. Of course she’d close it now that the time had come.
Louisa didn’t know that. Just hearing Wiona call him “father” made something sharp twist in her chest. She balled her hands into fists, nails digging into her palms. How long could Wiona keep acting like she was on top of the world?
They started to protest, but she cut them off. “Enough. Are you here to protect me or to keep tabs on me? I make the decisions. No one’s stopping me from finding out the truth about my past.”
With that, Wiona stepped through the gate and slammed it shut behind her.
Nikolai and Drake exchanged a glance and headed back to the car. They weren’t the only ones with her today. They had brought Danny, a hacker from the company, just in case.
Wiona had already guessed something like this might happen. The night before, she’d talked things through with Nikolai and Drake. She figured this house probably wasn’t even Louisa’s real destination. Conrad had already checked, and there was no property at number eight Peace Road under Wilson’s name. No record he’d ever been here. That meant Louisa was likely still playing games, and the real place she wanted to take Wiona was somewhere else.
They couldn’t follow her inside, but they had to keep her safe. Danny pulled out his laptop and connected to Wiona’s tracker. Two dots—one red, one green—blinked steadily on the screen from inside the house.
Nikolai let out a breath. “Let’s hope she can handle whatever comes next on her own.”

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