LOGINEmily's Pov I stood at the window and watched Claire's car disappear through the gates.I stayed there for a moment, my heartbeat still not fully settled from what I'd just watched.I didn't need to know what was written on that paper, not yet. There was something more immediate pulling at my attention.I turned away from the window and walked back toward my mother's room.There were still things in this house that belonged to my mother.I moved through the mansion quietly, my footsteps finding the old paths without effort. Muscle memory guided me down corridors I hadn't consciously navigated in fifteen years, past the same faded wallpaper and the same creaking third stair. I knew this house. It had been mine before it belonged to anyone else's version of a family.I reached her old room and stepped inside.The weight of it settled over me immediately, not the shock of discovery but the quiet ache of return. Her perfume bottles still sat where I remembered them, arranged in the same
Emily's Pov I spent the morning buried in the eastern region's quarterly reports, deliberately throwing myself into the work after everything that had happened at the Grant property the night before, needing something ordinary to hold onto.I refused to let the archive distract me. I had numbers to review, contracts to sign, a division that still needed to be run properly regardless of what I'd uncovered in that sealed room hours earlier.But the image kept returning anyway, surfacing between line items and signatures whether I wanted it to or not. The intruder's shoulder. The mark just beneath it, dark and unfamiliar against his skin, burned into my memory more clearly than I expected something glimpsed for half a second to be.The torn scrap of his shirt had told us nothing useful in the end, no label, no identifying thread, nothing a forensic team could have traced. I'd already discarded it. What mattered now wasn't the fabric. It was the memory of the man himself, the shape of hi
Emily's Pov I was still standing there when the words finished leaving my mouth, the sentence hanging in the air between us like something I couldn't take back even if I desperately wanted to.I remember what she did."What do you remember?" Adrian asked, his voice careful, the way he'd learned to speak to me whenever something shifted behind my eyes, quiet enough not to startle whatever fragile thing had surfaced.I didn't suddenly recover everything. Instead, one brief fragment surfaced, sharp and fast, gone almost before I could hold onto it. A door. My mother's hand gripping mine, tight enough to hurt. Her voice, low and urgent, closer to my ear than any memory had felt in years, as though she were standing right beside me again instead of fifteen years gone.Stay here.Then it was gone, leaving me standing there with my heart pounding harder than the memory itself seemed to warrant, my breath still catching on something I couldn't fully name.Adrian watched me for a moment, not
Adrian's Pov I pushed the rusted gate open and looked into the darkness beyond it, the hinges groaning louder than I expected in the still evening air.The old Grant property sat ahead of us, abandoned and silent, the kind of silence that felt deliberate rather than simply the product of years left empty, as though the house itself had learned to hold its breath. I turned and stretched my hand toward Emily, offering to help her through the gate.She hesitated.Not from fear. I could see that much immediately. Something else moved across her face instead, something closer to recognition, the particular stillness of someone standing at the edge of a memory they weren't sure they wanted back.She wasn't looking at the property like a stranger. She was looking at it like someone who once belonged there, the way people look at childhood homes long after they've stopped being welcome inside them.We stepped through together, and the gate swung shut behind us with a low groan.I noticed som
Emily's Pov I stared at the message confirming that the original investigation file had been transferred into a private archive connected to the Grant family, reading it three times before the words fully registered.The timing bothered me more than anything else on the screen.The file had been moved before Richard signed the papers that sent me away. Whoever had been controlling the story about my mother's death had already been working before I ever disappeared, laying groundwork I hadn't even known existed until this exact moment. My institutionalization hadn't been the beginning of anything.It had been part of a sequence someone had already set in motion, one piece among several that had been arranged long before anyone thought to ask me what I remembered.I made myself slow down before the thought could run further than the evidence allowed, forcing my mind back to something steadier than speculation.Richard had been in the building. Richard had failed my mother. Richard had
Adrian's Pov I watched Emily freeze the moment the question left my mouth, her whole body going still in a way I hadn't seen from her before, not once through everything else we'd already been through together.Why does your father's name keep appearing beside every reference to the man who should have protected your mother?I hadn't expected it to land quite that hard. Something in her expression shifted, some deeper current moving beneath the stillness she usually kept so carefully in place, a crack I wasn't sure she even realized was showing. She didn't answer right away. She looked back down at the documents spread across the table, processing what Richard's role actually meant in silence, her eyes moving over the same lines again and again.I didn't push her. I simply waited, watching her work through it at her own pace, resisting the urge to fill the silence with something that would only make it about me instead of her.I'd expected her to be overwhelmed. Anyone would have bee







