Olivia
The weight of the revelations at Layla’s pack had settled in by the time we reached home.
The comforting familiarity of the villa was juxtaposed by the layers of unknown mysteries that now shadowed our thoughts.
Nathan paced, his fingers brushing his chin in thought while I sank down onto the couch.
“The historian… I have a couple of names that come to mind, but I’m not sure,” he mused.
“Who do you think?” I asked, c*****g my head.
Nathan furrowed his brows as he thought. “Well, first I thought it might be Evelyn Meyes. But then, Evelyn’s always been fiercely loyal to my dad. Then, there’s Isabelle Frankfort... but she’s much younger than 83, so that doesn’t fit either.”
I listened, my mind wandering. Layla’s information was helpful, but unfortunately
