The warm steam still rose slowly from the ceramic coffee cup, twisting in the air under the bright penthouse lights. Clara stood frozen beside the marble dining table, her fingers trembling as she stared down at the silver framed photograph resting right next to it.

It was a picture of her mother, Eleanor Vance, smiling gently with bright, happy eyes while cradling a tiny newborn baby wrapped in a pink blanket.

Clara felt a lump form instantly in her throat. She had never seen this photograph before in her entire life. Who was the baby in the picture? Was it her? Or was there another secret her mother had carried...