Lily's POV

The private investigator's office smelled like stale coffee and broken promises. I sat across from Marcus Chen, a thin man with kind eyes and calloused hands, watching him flip through a stack of documents that supposedly contained my entire life story.

"Mrs. Stark," he said, his voice gentle but firm. "I have to be honest with you. What you're asking for... it's not going to be easy."

I leaned forward, my hands clasped tightly in my lap. "I need to know the truth about my past. There are things that don't add up, memories that feel like they belong to someone else."

Marcus nodded slowly. "I ran a...