I stared at Darius.
For several seconds, no one spoke.
The old shelter felt too small for everything we had uncovered.
The council had altered records. They had hidden our marriage. They had erased Wren’s name from the records that mattered and left his father’s identity blank.
And now Darius was telling us there was more.
“You said the records were incomplete,” I reminded him.
Darius nodded.
“They were.”
“What was missing?”
“The pages containing the original decisions.”
Aariana folded her arms.
“Decisions made by whom?”
“The council.”
“That isn't enough.”
Her voice was calm, but I knew the anger beneath it.
She had spent years being blamed for a betrayal she never committed. Every new discovery made the lie more deliberate.
Darius looked at me.
“I found something else.”
