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The car moved through the quiet streets with its headlights cutting through the darkness, but Amy barely noticed the road.Her mind was still inside that house.Inside the hidden passage.Inside the conversation with Elena.Inside the photograph of Adrian Cole standing beside her grandfather decades ago.She stared through the window, watching streetlights slide across the glass.Beside her, Zion was unusually quiet.His hand rested over hers, his thumb moving slowly across her knuckles as though the simple gesture could keep her anchored.Amy finally looked at him."Yo

The drive to the outskirts of the city was unusually quiet.Amy sat in the back seat beside Zion, her fingers intertwined with his while her father's car moved steadily through the thinning traffic. The city gradually gave way to quieter roads lined with trees, modest houses and stretches of undeveloped land.Nobody spoke for several minutes.Amy stared through the window, trying to prepare herself for what was coming.Her grandmother was alive.The woman whose funeral she had attended as a child—the woman whose death had been explained to her so many times that she had never questioned it—was alive.Somewhere.Waiting.

The drive back to the city was quieter than the one that had brought them to the lake house.Amy sat in the passenger seat, her hands folded loosely in her lap, staring through the window without really seeing anything. The city gradually replaced the quiet landscape outside, buildings rising higher, traffic becoming heavier, horns filling the spaces between thoughts. Yet none of it seemed capable of reaching her.Her mother's last words continued to echo in her mind.Don't trust your father.Amy had spent twenty-one years believing she understood the people who had raised her. Perhaps not perfectly, but enough to know where she stood with them. Her father was demanding. Her mother was difficult. Her grandfather had been stern but loving. That was the story she had carried with her.Now every memory seemed to have a question attached to it.She turned her face toward Zion.He was driving with both hands on the steering wheel, his jaw tight, his eyes fixed on the road."You haven't sai

By eight-thirty the following morning, Amy was already seated in the executive conference room at Diamond Groups.She had arrived twenty minutes early, partly because she refused to give her father the satisfaction of watching her rush into a meeting, and partly because she needed those twenty minutes to steady herself. This was different from every other meeting she had attended with Zack Armstrong. She wasn't entering as his daughter. She wasn't there to ask for his approval or defend her decision to work for Zion Groups. She was there because she had developed a proposal that could determine the future of two of the largest companies in the country.The room was almost identical to how she remembered it from childhood visits to her father's office: dark wood, floor-to-ceiling windows, a long polished table surrounded by leather chairs, and the Diamond Groups em