The Lanford bloodline ended in violence.
Another:
The sole surviving heiress vanished without a trace.
Daniella stared at the screen in complete silence.
Because suddenly—
The mystery became far worse than hidden relatives.
It became blood.
Death.
Disappearance.
And somehow her dead mother stood directly at the center of it.
The ice cream container slipped from Daniella's hands unnoticed, tilting sideways across the blankets as she suddenly pushed herself off the bed.
"No…"
Her breathing had become shallow.
Fast.
Unsteady.
"No, no…"
The room blurred around her as panic overtook reason completely.
Gabriel probably knew.
Marcus probably knew.
They had hidden it from her.
Her mother—
The articles—
The dead family—
Daniella stumbled against the edge of the bed before forcing herself upright again, barely noticing the lingering weakness in her body. Her pulse hammered violently in her ears as one thought repeated itself over and over:
I need to find them.
