Rain lashed against the windows of the old countryside manor, the sound like whispers against ancient glass. The house had once been beautiful, decades ago. Now it stood in silence, swallowed by ivy and grief.Inside, in a dimly lit room, a little boy sat on a dusty couch, clutching his stuffed bear to his chest.Aaric Blackwell. Barefoot, frightened but still brave.Across the room, Claire Blackwell paced slowly, her eyes distant, her once-elegant hair now wild. The pearl necklace at her throat glimmered faintly under the flickering bulb, like a relic of the life she’d never let go of.“You look so much like him,” she murmured, her voice trembling. “Your father, when he was your age. Same face. Same stubborn little jaw.”Aaric said nothing. He’d learned to stay quiet the way his mother always told him when something felt wrong. His heart pounded, but he didn’t cry.He missed home.He missed Mamma.“I’m your grandmother,” she said, smiling faintly. “Your real family. Not like her. She
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