Davina's POV
I stare at the woman before me, eyes stretched wide, my heart hammering against my chest so violently I'm sure she can hear it.
This can't be real.
How did I miss this? How didn't I spot her the second I laid eyes on her?
My thoughts spiral, frantically trying to make sense of everything.
Sure, she'd cut her hair shorter. Added glasses. But still... I should've known. Should've recognized Louise Jenkin instantly. Should've recognized Irvin's mother.
The way she's watching me now—she knows. She's known exactly who I am from the start. That's why all those personal questions.
Shit.
Louise Jenkin's stare burns into me, like she's stripping away every defense I have.
My pulse roars in my head. I can't catch my breath. Each gasp feels too thin, like my chest has forgotten how to expand.
My mouth opens, but nothing comes. I swallow against the knot lodged in my throat.
"Deep breath, Davina," she says, voice controlled but far from gentle.
