Ofelia’s POV
It’s just a coincidence, I told myself as I followed Mom up the wide marble steps. Thousands of rich men own black luxury cars. They all look the same. Sleek, expensive, probably made in the same factory. My brain kept repeating it like a prayer. The car outside didn’t mean anything. Damien Voss was a common enough name in business circles. Or maybe I misheard Mom. Yeah. That had to be it.
But my heart didn’t believe a single word. It was hammering so hard I could feel it in my throat. My palms were sweaty. Every step closer to the massive front doors made my legs feel heavier.
Mom was practically glowing. She squeezed my arm and chatted nonstop. “You’re going to love the house, sweetie. There’s a pool, a library, and even a home theater. Richard, well, Damien has thought o
