(Author's POV)
"Martha worked in the Rathbone house for years." He kept his voice low, conversational, like he was discussing something entirely ordinary. "Everyone's been so focused on proving whether Aurora belongs to the Rathbones that nobody thought to ask a different question." He nodded at the report in her hands. "That's a paternity test. You and me."
Sienna's fingers tightened on the paper.
She told herself it was impossible. She repeated it internally, firmly, the way you press down on a wound to stop the bleeding. But even as she did, her mind was already pulling up memories she hadn't examined in years. Martha, who had been warm with her in a way that felt almost excessive. Martha, who had snapped at Aurora with a coldness that went beyond discipline. Martha, who had once sla
