"I don't want to say... I don't want that last name."
"Then I won't ask. No matter what your last name is, you're still you... Rina. It's a beautiful name."
"I'm Jonathan... From now on, I'll protect you."
"I sent you to the Juvenile Rehabilitation Center to reform you, to give you a fresh start! But look at you! You didn't learn a thing except how to fall in love at such a young age!"
"Mr. Harley said that if she stays with the Quinn family, she'll bring us to ruin... Hailey, didn't Carlotta's distant relative mention a friend of his? A widow with no children... I think her surname was... Rivers?"
Niamh's eyes flew open. The ceiling of the hotel room swam into view as she felt the cold sweat on her forehead.
It was a dream...
Niamh gasped for breath, her heart hammering like a machine gun. "Why am I still dreaming about this stuff...?" Niamh gently pounded her head with her fist. They say you dream what you think about during the day, but these were ancient memories she hadn't thought about in years.
Niamh quickly freshened up and went to meet Elmer in the lobby.
"Nia, you look terrible. Are you alright?"
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