The words seemed to echo in the room, each syllable a puzzle piece that didn’t quite fit. Amelia’s brow furrowed. “There must be a mistake. I—I don’t know her.”

Claire pushed a series of documents toward her. “It’s all here, Ms. Hayes. Margaret Whitmore was your grandmother.”

Amelia’s breath caught. Her mother had rarely spoken of her family, a legacy of silence that now broke with the weight of revelation. Her mind spun with questions, yet the truth was undeniable.