I kept turning over something Jeffrey had once told me Everly had a dimple on her left cheek, same as Lewis's mother. Yael had one too, but on the opposite side, just like Dominic's. Amber had none at all. The twins had always been told apart by that one dimple, and now the thought hit me like cold water: what if the woman who had been cooking for Lewis all these years wasn't Amber?
What if it was Eleanor Dolton Lewis's mother?
It would explain everything. The way she'd reacted the moment she saw the Stone of Duality hanging at my throat. The rawness in her eyes, the way her breath had caught. That hadn't been a stranger's response. That had been something deeply personal.
Eleanor wasn't dead. She had never been dead.
I thought of Sheila's last whispered words about Lady Rose, how I had pointed every suspicion at Amber. But what if I had been wrong this whole time? What if it had always been Eleanor alive, hidden, watching?
