(Tony POV)

I stumbled into my study with shaking hands, my mind reeling from everything that had just happened downstairs. Anna was alive. Elena was her sister. Alex was Anna's father. Nothing I'd believed about my family was true.

But there was one more secret left to uncover, and it was calling to me from across the room.

My father's safe sat behind his oil painting of the lighthouse, just as it had for twenty years since his death. I'd never opened it, never felt the need to dig through his ...