Author's pov
The darkness of night settled over the luxurious study.
Only a desk lamp cast a soft glow, throwing long shadows across the hardwood floor.
Zane sat at his desk, staring at the glowing computer screen. He clicked through the photos the private investigator had sent him.
First, Cecilia with the Black family.
Then Maggie, mid-argument with Luna Regina.
And finally, Helena getting off a plane in Denver.
Ever since his visit to Cecilia's home, her image had refused to leave his mind. He'd even tried asking his mother, carefully, if there was any chance Helena had taken his daughter.
Back then, he hadn't thought twice when Helena disappeared after Rebecca's accident. He'd been too deep in grief to notice much of anything.
His mother had shut him down with a single cold lin
