Sylvia’s POV
The small number of items that were left of my mother; all the photos… the memories… they were all gone. My heart shattered the second I saw the ruins of what used to be my life. Tears spilled down my cheeks before I could stop them; I barely registered Grace’s arms wrapped around me, desperate to keep me together as I fell apart.
Lucian walked around the cottage, his frown deep as he assessed the damage. I knew there was nothing he could do to save anything. Whoever stormed this place did a thorough job at making sure there was nothing left.
“We can’t let them get away with this,” Grace whispered through her own tears. “We just can’t.”
“We won’t,” Lucian said, turning to face us. “You have my word that I won’t rest until the person responsible is punished.”
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