Brielle’s POV
The envelope was still warm in Brielle’s hands, as if it had been freshly placed on the porch only moments ago. The handwritten note felt like a whisper from the shadows of a past she never knew existed:
“I think we’re siblings. It’s time you heard the truth. – C”
Her fingers trembled slightly as she closed the front door behind her. The house was quiet—too quiet. Fiona was asleep upstairs, exhausted from caring for Gregory, who had finally returned home to recover in the room that once held his strength. Adrian had gone out to make arrangements with a private investigator, and Harry was working on tracing the note's origin.
Brielle walked straight to her room, shutting the door behind her like she was sealing herself off from the world. She pulled her laptop close, inser
