Sophia's POV
I read the first journal on Wednesday night.
Not because I planned to. I had told myself I would wait until the weekend, until there was proper quiet and proper time and the right conditions for reading something that mattered that much.
But I woke up at two in the morning and the journals were on the bedside table and Damien was asleep beside me and the estate was completely still and I understood this was the moment.
I took the first one and went to the window seat and sat with my knees pulled up and opened it.
My mother's handwriting. Small and careful and entirely hers.
The first entry was dated twenty six years ago. She was twenty two. Just started her research work. Writing about a project she was building with my father, something about cardiac mapping, something
