Beatrice POV
"We're taking a trip," Theron announced at breakfast the next morning.
I looked up from my eggs. "A trip? Where?"
"To the summer estate." He smiled, something almost boyish in his expression. "Our other home. The place where we spent our childhood with you."
My heart squeezed. "I was there? Before?"
"You were born there." Corin set down his tea. "Spent the first six months of your life in the nursery overlooking the rose gardens. Mother loved those gardens."
"We kept everything," Silas added. "Your room, your things, exactly as they were. We couldn't bear to change anything."
I felt tears prick my eyes. "You waited for me."
"Always," Kaelen said simply. "We never stopped believing you'd come home."
Darius squeezed my hand under the table. He'd been staying at Wynterho
