A moment passed, then another. I looked at Caleb, who was running a hand through his hair, the weight of his mother’s legacy suddenly heavier on his shoulders. He met my gaze, and his expression was one of gratitude mixed with a shared sense of vindication.

Vivien stood there, her world shifting beneath her feet. The foundation she had built on the certainty of family pride was showing its cracks, ancient secrets bubbling to the surface.