The soft crackle of the fireplace filled the sitting room as Audrey curled into a chair, a steaming mug of tea resting between her hands. She had planned for a quiet evening to herself but her curiosity had gotten the better of her. A dusty leather-bound journal sat on the table its spine worn with age. She didn’t recognize it but something about the initials embossed in gold… A.M. piqued her interest.
Her fingertips hovered over the journal before flipping it open. The faint scent of aged paper wafted up as she scanned the first page. The entries weren’t recent. They painted a picture of a younger Adam one she didn’t recognize… one grappling with grief anger and the burdens of leadership.
The words on the page blurred as Audrey’s pulse pounded in her ears. Words like betrayal revenge an
