CHAPTER 24 HAIA PRINCESS

CLAIRE Now that Declan was gone, I had the chance to find answers for myself. I couldn't afford to wallow in misery when I could maximize such an opportunity. First, I had to find out if these pictures were truly not photo-shopped. I had to find out if they were as real as he painted them to be. I caught myself and exhaled sharply. What would Declan gain from going such a mile just to deceive me and some if these photos could tell they had been here for years now? I stood where I was with my gaze around the vast room, from one picture on the wall to another. My ancestry. There were a few faces that looked so alike to me. I watched their honey brown eyes and knew this was where I belonged. This was where my baby belonged. There was a chance to thrive here. We were going to complete it without any stress. I sighed when I thought of how hard this was becoming. I ran my hand through the picture frames and plaques. I read a few biographies of some of them and just how tragically