Chapter 1 - THE WHISPERED TRUTHSammy’s breath was warm against my ear. He didn't ask for my stocks or my mansions. He whispered, "You're sad because of the girl in the picture, not because of your legs."

My heart stopped. In my private study, hidden behind a false panel, was a photograph of Elara—the woman I had left behind in my youth to pursue the wealth that now kept me prisoner. No one knew she existed. Not even Rebecca.
"She forgives you, you know," Sammy added, pulling away and smiling as if he’d just delivered a common piece of news. "She's been waiting for you to tell the truth."