Rain fell gently that evening.
Olivia Grace's spacious, modern house stood in silence. Behind the luxury of marble walls and towering glass windows, tension simmered—unseen from the outside world.
In the living room, Eliana Grace stared at her mother, eyes filled with both anger and disappointment. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders, her beautiful face contorted with emotions buried for far too long. She gripped a glass of untouched juice tightly in her hand.
Olivia stood near the window, gazing at the front yard where Hunter Jackson and Joe had just entered the guest room. Her expression was unreadable—a mix of past burdens, present decisions, and future uncertainties.
“What were you thinking, bringing them here?” Eliana’s voice broke the silence. It was hoarse, but filled
