STEPHEN“Father!”I burst into his chamber without knocking, the door slamming against the wall with a sharp thud. The scent of old leather and burning firewood filled the air, grounding me in this place I once called home but right now, it suffocated me.He was seated by the hearth, a thick tome resting open on his lap, glasses perched on his nose. Calm. Always so damn calm.“I need to talk to you,” I said, voice tight, raw with everything I was holding in.He closed the book with deliberate care, looking up at me with those unreadable eyes. “What is it, son?”I didn’t sit. Couldn’t. My body was buzzing, clenched with anger I couldn’t contain.“I saw her.”His brow lifted slightly.“Selena,” I clarified, heart thudding hard against my ribs. “She’s alive.”I searched his face for shock. Denial. Anything. But he just stared at me stoic, almost too composed.“You knew,” I said slowly, my voice laced with growing fury. “Didn’t you?”His silence made the air feel colder.“When I came back
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