As the call disconnected, she leaned back and started the car. The engine growled softly to life, a sound like a predator waking.
Earlier that evening, while reviewing the fragmented reports she had managed to gather on Helen Smith—her elusive grandmother—something peculiar had surfaced.
Not a fact, but a person. A name buried in a tangle of sealed records and redacted files: Abigail Kristoffa.
It wasn't listed prominently. In fact, it was hidden so deep within an archived export ledger, Aurora almost missed it.
But her instincts screamed otherwise. This woman wasn't just another forgotten name—she was part of the puzzle Helen had tried so hard to keep hidden.
Helen—or whatever her real name was—had met this woman frequently, in secret. It wasn't documented through any family channels, but Aurora's resources had never failed her.
What made it more curious was that Abigail had once been deeply connected to Queen Group, even serving as personal secretary to the chairperson.
