's voice came through the line, calm and aler
voice was steady
rived within minutes. This time, Caddie didn't
a paper bag with a croissant. "Eat somethi
in both hands. The warmth spread
attan behind. They drove north, crossing into the green, gated estat
e was on the phone, calling every tech expert he knew. T
n disarray and Julien looking like a ghost
his voice ragged. "She left
act him, turned on the
rday. According to passengers, during the critical moments after the engines failed, a mysterious female passenger en
screen-the profile of a woman with long,
r continued. "The airline has publicly appealed for her to
file-it felt familiar. He shook his head, dismissing the thought.
rough imposing iron gates and stopped
waiting at the entrance. Eleanor Dawson, the long-serving head of the Kensington
ing room. Burrell gestured for her to sit an
" he said
trust documents, and a d
ton-were brilliant scientists. After the so-called accident, your mother lost her memo
s jaw t
es. They claimed you as their own daughter to collect the child support p
raised as their biological child. She enjoy
r lap. She wasn't the impostor. Kierst
he said. "Wher
she never stopped looking for you. We only confirmed your identity recently through the DNA test y
lished for you by the Kensington family. And the stock certificates f
res without registering t
kept for you all these years. Every piece of furniture, every book on the shelf-your mother
er eyes burned, but she
"I want to take back what'
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