ad been nine yea

alled me to the grand foyer. My

she was.

eyes holding a deep, weary sadness. She wasn't looking at me. Her entire focus

h a strange triumph. "This is your mother, S

ward, my thro

lt foreign

. There was no recognition, no warmth. Just a flicker of some

she said, her voice brit

use. "I've had the east wing prepared

resentment in Sabrina' s eyes, she knew it too. He had

agined this moment my entire life. I thought she wou

t through me, as if I we

ed to see was the sick