“Actually, Claire, she did.”

I looked back down at the photograph, examining the features of the woman standing beside Aunt Madeline.

She had the exact same warm smile, the exact same high cheekbones, and those unmistakable, bright Thornton family eyes.

“Where is she right now?” I asked, my mind racing with questions.

Samantha hesitated for a second before answering quietly.

“Claire, Rose is still very much alive today.”

The conference room suddenly felt much smaller around me.