[EVE]
When we finally landed in Frizkiel, I thought the hard part was over. That the whirlwind was behind me.
But the moment I stepped into the grand halls of the Frizkiel estate—a towering mansion nestled deep in the highlands, where the clouds kissed the marble rooftops—I realized that the most overwhelming moment had yet to come.
I was home.
Not the kind I had invented in my head to soothe myself to sleep. Not the illusion I clung to out of desperation.
This was real.
And standing before me . . . were my real parents.
Evangeline Cole Frizkiel and Eric Frizkiel.
There was no need for a DNA test. No papers. No explanations. The moment I saw them, I knew. I had my mother's features—the same high cheekbones, the same elegant poise. And my eyes . . . they were my father's. Clear and sharp, with a depth that told a thousand unspoken stories.
My legs trembled. My breath caught in my throat. And before I could say a word, she—my mother—stepped forward.
