BRIELLE’S POV

Brielle couldn't move an inch as Darius exited the room, banging the door hard behind him.

She was trembling violently, her lips shaky, and the tears flowing down her face wouldn't stop.

She would occasionally cast a glimpse at the folders on the floor, and her heart would compress slightly in excruciating misery.

The photographs of her father were too good to be true, and she kept pinching herself, hurting her skin, hoping to wake up from this dream, if it was one, but ...