Victoria's POV

I woke up with the sun hitting my face through curtains that hadn't been changed in thirty-five years. My old room felt like a time capsule—teenage posters still on the walls, books lined up just as I'd left them. For a second, I could almost pretend the last three decades hadn't

happened. Almost.

I got up and dressed quickly in black pants and a dark blue blouse I'd packed. No point in lying around. I had work to do.

The smell of coffee led me downstairs. Dad was already in ...