Morning came quietly to Black Manor.
But inside the mansion, nobody had slept.
Ethan sat in the study with Noah’s birth records spread across the desk.
Amelia sat opposite him.
Evelyn stood near the window.
Daniel waited silently by the door.
One question dominated everyone’s mind.
Who was Noah’s father?
Noah wandered into the room carrying his toy airplane.
He looked at Amelia.
“Mummy?”
She immediately turned.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
He smiled.
“Can we have breakfast?”
The word Mummy hit Amelia differently this time.
Before, it had sounded strange.
Now…
It felt familiar.
Almost painful.
She stood and walked toward him.
“Of course.”
Noah reached for her hand.
Ethan watched them.
Something about the way Noah looked at Amelia was unmistakable.
The child didn’t doubt her.
