Dark clouds hung above the Spencer family home, casting gray shadows across the glass walls of the living room. Blair sat motionless on the long sofa, letting a cup of coffee grow cold in her hands. She had been sitting there for almost half an hour—waiting, weighing her options, and quietly trying to calm her racing heartbeat.
Her phone buzzed, breaking the silence like distant thunder.
A message from an unknown number:
"You can stand on stage and play your part perfectly. But you forgot one thing, Blair—the world doesn't forget the past."
Below the message, a photo was attached—blurry but clear enough to show her hurrying out of a clinic. Beside her walked a tall, familiar figure: Finn. That photo... five years ago. The day when everything fell apart.
Blair didn't move. Her face wen
