“Did you know my sister Leesa?” Something flickers across Thorne’s face. “Of course. I was her instructor.” His gaze travels over my features. “You don’t resemble her. A stranger would never guess you’re related, much less siblings.” I shrug. “My mother said Leesa takes after her, while I look like my paternal grandmother.” His eyebrows inch up, but he says nothing. “Have you heard anything about Leesa and where she might have disappeared to?” “Guessing I’ve heard the same rumors that you have. It’s all speculation, unfortunately.” A knot forms in my throat. “What if she’s dead?”
