Silence settled over the room like a heavy blanket.
Nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
Margaret Sinclair’s frozen image remained on the laptop screen.
But no one was looking at it anymore.
All eyes were on Damien.
Because for the first time since Amelia had met him, he looked genuinely shaken.
Not angry.
Not cold.
Not controlled.
Shaken.
Amelia stared at him.
“Who is Edward Blackwood?”
Damien didn't answer immediately.
His gaze remained fixed on the screen.
As if seeing a ghost.
Then finally.....
“My grandfather.”
The words landed heavily.
Amelia frowned.
“But you said he was dead.”
“He is supposed to be.”
A pause.
“Everyone believes he died twenty-five years ago.”
The room became silent again.
Robert Hayes crossed his arms.
“What happened?”
Damien slowly sat down.
His
