Chapter 5

"That's impossible," Eleanor whispered to herself, pressing a hand against the cold glass of the lobby partition. "The fire investigators confirmed there were no survivors in the east wing."
The woman by the car turned her head, locking eyes with Eleanor across the bustling plaza. Even from fifty yards away, the sheer shock mirrored on the stranger's face confirmed every terrifying suspicion.
Clara Vance was alive, and she had spent the last twenty years hiding in plain sight. The corporate empire Eleanor had inherited was built upon a foundation of institutional lies and forged death certificates.