Brielle’s POV
The morning light was soft when it came through the curtains of Gregory's study, casting golden lines across the floor. Brielle stood there, the manila envelope clutched in her hands, still warm from the tension of the night before. The images inside had unsettled everyone, even Gregory, who had sat silent for a long time before handing them to Fiona without a word.
Now, Fiona stood outside the Avanzini estate, her hand raised to knock. It had been years since she'd stood on this porch. Decades of cold silence and bruised egos sat between her and the man behind the door. But she wasn't here to mend anything personal. She was here for Adrian.
The door opened. Robert Avanzini, older and harder, stared at her with the same sharp eyes she'd once trusted. "Fiona."
"Robert. I w
