Ethan’s POV
By the time I returned to the Wolfe mansion that evening, I already knew my patience was gone.
The drive back gave me too much time to think about Nina’s face inside that bookstore, about the fear in her eyes every single time my father’s name entered a conversation, and about the way she denied Leo was mine while looking like the lie was choking her alive.
None of it sat right with me anymore.
Not the timelines.
Not Julian.
Not Richard Wolfe suddenly forcing Sophia Blake into my life again like some desperate distraction tactic.
Something was buried underneath all of this, and the closer I got to the truth, the more obvious my father’s behavior became.
The mansion was unusually quiet when I walked inside, but distant voices from the sitting room immediately caught my a
