The penthouse felt different after the last guest left. What had been a celebration of new life now felt like a wake for the old one? I stood in Eddie's nursery, watching him sleep in the antique bassinet that suddenly carried the weight of a legacy I'd never fully understood.
Three generations of Prescott men slept in this bassinet. Now I wondered if any of them had been legitimate heirs, or if the entire family tree was built on lies and convenient omissions.
“He looks peaceful.” Sterling's voice came from the doorway, soft enough not to wake the baby but carrying an exhaustion that went bone deep.
“Babies always do. "They didn't know enough to worry yet.” I didn't turn around, couldn't bear to see whatever expression was on his face. “Did Eleanor tell you everything?”
“Does everythi
