The ride home with Nate had been quiet.
Too quiet.
I pondered on a lot of things he said.
Weird.
And maybe that’s why I felt so off when I finally stepped into the penthouse—
Because the moment I did—
Laughter.
My mother’s laughter.
And then—
A voice I hadn’t expected.
Elara.
I stopped.
Blinking.
Because there she was, sitting with...