Diane's POV
I placed the stack of documents my mother had given me on the nightstand, my mind still reeling from what I'd just learned. Liam had actually tried to kill me at the farmers market. He was still planning to hurt me. And Sophie—the sister I'd sworn to hate forever—had risked her life to protect me.
The sound of the front door opening downstairs pulled me from my thoughts. Joan was home. I glanced at the clock—earlier than expected. Perhaps the word of my interview had caused enough commotion at the firm that she'd decided to leave. I needed her legal expertise now more than ever.
"Diane?" Joan's voice called from downstairs. "Are you here?"
"Coming!" I replied, gathering the documents and carefully placing them back in the manila folder. I took a deep breath, steadying myself before heading downstairs.
