“It’s okay.” She lifted her shoulders and turned her hands palms up. “We don’t know who set the fire or why. I didn’t even know that I was in the house until I was older and accessed my files. Someone must have found me and taken me to a fire station.” Oh fuck. Her words struck me as if I’d been hit by granite. That long-buried memory. It couldn’t be— She slanted her gaze. “Hugo?” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I’m fine.” “No.” She eyed me with wariness. “Something’s wrong.”
