“Nothing’s wrong. Mrs. Grayson just wanted to see you,” Reyna said, her smile easy and warm.
“Mrs. Grayson?” Claire frowned, but before she could say more, she watched as the attendant slowly wheeled Lucy toward her.
The sight of Lucy caught Claire completely off guard. Her heart jumped, but she forced herself to calm down, letting a natural smile settle on her face. “Hello, Mrs. Grayson.”
Lucy didn’t respond. She looked right at Claire, her eyes searching every inch of her face.
For a moment, Lucy could only stare, stunned. They looked exactly alike. Now she understood why she’d made that mistake the other night. If she ran into this woman on the street, she’d think she was Madeline without a second thought.
“What did you just call her?” Lucy asked in a low voice.
Reyna hesitated, clearly confused. “Madeline…”
“Your name is Madeline, too?” Lucy’s gaze never left Claire.
Claire kept her calm, her smile steady. “Yes, Mrs. Grayson. My name is Madeline.”
Lucy let out a sharp, quiet scoff.
Unbelievable. Not only did this woman have Madeline’s face, she’d taken her name, too.
Lucy looked her up and down again, trying to spot a difference, any sign that would set her apart from Madeline. Then her eyes landed on Claire’s arm. Her brows knit together as she stared at a scar, long and clear against Claire’s skin.
That scar…
Claire’s eyes flickered. She caught Lucy staring at her arm and felt a wave of panic. Almost unconsciously, she pulled her arm back, trying to hide it.
Lucy noticed right away.
Her gaze grew darker, and she felt a cold weight settle in her chest.
Her thoughts were spinning. That scar matched the one on Claire’s arm exactly. But Claire had died years ago. How could this be happening?
Lucy tried to convince herself it was just a coincidence. But if that was true, why had she hidden her arm? The only reason to do that would be fear—fear that Lucy would see, and recognize her.
That possibility made Lucy’s suspicions even stronger. Whether she was right or not, she had to tell Julian. Right now.
Her hand trembled as she gripped her phone.
If this really was Claire, it would be terrifying. Lucy had taken care of her for years, and yet Claire had been capable of hurting her. The thought sent a chill down her spine.
If she could hurt her once, what was to stop her from doing it again?
Lucy’s anxiety only grew.

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