---- Chapter 7 Finn's POV His fingers trembled as he zoomed in on the photo, staring at the face that was at once so familiar and yet completely alien. How is this possible? Vicky... is Victoria? But she's... she's just a housewife who cooks and cleans. A wave of vertigo washed over him. The woman in the photo, her eyes as sharp asa hawk's, slowly merged with the memory of the gentle figure who made him eggs in the morning. Suddenly, a flood of overlooked details rushed back. Victoria, reading the Quarterly Business Law Review on the couch late at night, the cover crediting a feature article to "'V. Sterling." ---- Victoria's razor-sharp analysis of Elena's case, her perfect recall of every statute. Victoria's casual mention that she had "handled similar cases," which he had dismissed as naive boasting. Even the legal journals on her desk, their corners marked with the initials "vs." She had never hidden who she was. He had just never bothered to see her. He had never known his own wife. The shock gave way to a surge of action. Finn shot to his feet, grabbed his car keys, and bolted for the door. He had to find Victoria. He had to ask her himself. But just as he reached the door, his phone rang. It was his law partner, Marcus. ---- "Finn! Did you see the news? Vicky's back! And she's Victoria! My God, we were just telling you to get in touch with her..." Finn's knuckles were white on the steering wheel. "I know. I'm going to find her now." "Where are you going to look? She's already..." "Boston." He hung up. He floored it, the car roaring into the night. It was three in the morning when he arrived in Boston. Finn didn't check into a hotel. He drove straight to the Sterling & Associates building and parked across the street. The building was dark, but he just stood there, staring up at the blacked-out windows as if he could see her through one of them, the Victoria he was so desperate to find.