Claire’s POV
I wasn’t willing to accept defeat. Even with Daniel gone, there had to be some kind of trail, some kind of lead, that could tell me what really happened to my mother.
Ivan had thought it was poison, which was enough for me to consider the possibility as well. His feelings for Lena might have been clouding his judgment, but I had always known the man to be purposeful in his thoughts and deductions.
Perhaps his feelings had gotten in the way. But it was still worth checking out.
I just had to find a way to search for answers on my own. Or maybe with some help.
Ivan wasn’t the answer. Talking about this had been a trial for him. I was grateful, but I could see the wear on his face, in the hardened features and the tension he now carried in his shoulders.
If he had more answ
