Elena’s POV
The drive to the main Knight house felt heavier than the one to the estate. Leo sat between me and Mia in the back seat, still sleepy from being woken early. He clutched his favorite puzzle book, flipping pages slowly while the morning light shifted across his face.
Adrian drove again, shoulders tense. Margaret followed in another car with extra security. The trees gave way to open fields and then another set of imposing gates. This house was even grander — cold stone, tall columns, the kind of place that whispered old rules and older expectations.
Richard Knight waited on the wide steps when we arrived. Tall, silver-haired, expression carved from disapproval. Eleanor stood slightly behind him, hands clasped tight, eyes flicking nervously between her husband and us. Vanessa
