Calix's POV

I watched Hailey sleep in the backseat of my car as I drove toward her parents' house.

She looked so peaceful. So innocent.

So much like Nancy that it hurt to look at her.

Five years. I had been searching for Nancy for five years.

Five years of following dead ends. Five years of asking questions that no one wanted to answer. Five years of hunting through the underground networks of Europe looking for any trace of my sister.

And then I saw her.

Not Nancy. But someone who looked exactly like her.

Hailey.

I had been in Paris for two months, tracking down leads about an illegal...