Lola's POV

The morning after Morgan's confrontation with the Elders, he found me in his office holding the only photograph I had of my birth parents.

They were smiling in it. Both of them. Young, unguarded, and completely unaware of what was coming. I had looked at it so many times over the years that the edges had gone soft, the colours fading at the corners, as if the image itself were trying to disappear.

Morgan sat beside me without a word, took my hand, and told me we were going to find ...