Liana’s POV

It starts with a name I shouldn’t have seen. The Elia Trust. It flashes on my screen late at night, a stray entry buried deep in a quarterly audit I wasn’t supposed to access.

I tell myself it’s coincidence, that the name Elia isn’t that Elia but the coincidence starts to bleed into pattern and pattern has always been my weakness.

The cursor blinks at me like a pulse and I can’t look away. I lean back in my office chair, staring at the spreadsheet. It’s close to ...