I grabbed the medical files off his desk and stuffed them back into my bag.

“Where are you going?” he asked, panic rising in his voice. “Claire, please. Don’t do anything foolish.”

“I’m going to find out the truth,” I said.

I turned and walked out of the study, ignoring his calls for me to return.

I stepped back out into the cold rain, my mind racing.

If Senator Sterling was pulling the strings, then Victoria was the key.

She was the one sleeping in the same bed as the impostor every night.

She was the one appearing on Julian’s arm at every high-society gala.

I got back into my car and pulled out my laptop, opening an encrypted browser.

I needed to find a way to reach her without her father or Julian knowing.

A public event would be too risky, but Victoria’s personal schedule was managed by a private agency.

I searched for her upcoming charity appearances.

The Metropolitan Museum of Art was hosting a private viewing of the new European sculpture wing tomorrow night.

Victoria was listed as the honorary chairperson.