The mansion fell into an uneasy silence as the midnight hour passed. In her room, Anola frantically rifled through her hidden journal, her aristocratic composure shattered. Someone had touched her most guarded possession.
Pages were slightly misaligned, the leather binding creased differently. Her heart hammered against her ribs as she flipped through the incriminating entries about Marius's murder.
"Who could have..." she whispered, the realization slowly dawning. Only one person had been alone in this room recently. "Reed."
Across the estate, Sarah slipped through the corridors, following Atlas's precise instructions to exit undetected. The USB drive felt impossibly heavy in her pocket, its contents potentially world-ending for the Finnegans. As she reached the garden path, a hand cl
