Twenty Years Later

Sansa's POV

My curiosity ignited the moment I found the photograph.

It showed me as an infant, no more than a year old, bundled in a red frock, smiling in my father’s arms. A piece of my past I had never seen before—yet somehow Xavier had it.

The discovery shook me. Did he know my father? Had he known me all this time? His claim that I belonged to him troubled me, filling my mind with questions I couldn’t quiet. But whenever I asked for answers, he hid behind ...