Chapter 39

Author POV

Sloane and Aston sat across from each other at an upscale restaurant, the soft glow of warm lights reflecting off polished silverware and crystal glasses. It was supposed to be a romantic evening, but Sloane’s attention was clearly elsewhere.

She scrolled lazily through her phone, half-listening to Aston talk, until a particular image made her fingers freeze.

Her eyes narrowed as she zoomed in.

“This person looks like Cora,” she said slowly, tilting the phone ...