*Elizabeth's POV*
Sleep was impossible.
I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, my mind racing through the same thoughts over and over like a hamster on a wheel. The clock on my nightstand showed 2:47 AM, but my brain refused to slow down, refused to let me rest.
*Kelvin Blackwood.*
The name echoed in my head, relentless and inescapable.
Could it really be a coincidence? Could there really be another James Blackwood who raised a son alone for twenty-five years?
I sat up, unable to lie still any longer, and reached for the notebook on my nightstand. I needed to think clearly. Needed to separate emotion from fact.
I started writing down everything I knew about Kelvin.
His age: twenty-five years old.
His father's name: James Blackwood.
His mother: died when he was born, or so he believ
