“It was chosen quickly.”
I might have laughed again if my ribs allowed it. Instead, I pressed my lips together and looked toward the window.
Snow tapped softly against the glass.
“Why were you there?” I asked.
Adrian did not answer.
I turned my head back. “At the mountain. In the storm. Why were you there?”
He looked older in that moment.
“I was already in Aspen,” he said. “Our investigators had been reviewing Victor’s financial activity. There were inconsistencies tied to the policy. I came personally because…” He stopped.
“Because what?”
His jaw tightened. “Because your name appeared on the file.”
The monitors hummed steadily beside me.
“Elena Hale,” he continued. “Born Elena Marlow. Daughter of Sofia Marlow.”
My mother’s name struck me harder than I expected.
Sofia Marlow.
I had not heard it spoken by anyone who knew her in years.
“You knew my mother,” I said.
