DAMIAN POV
The letter slipped from my fingers. I barely felt it fall, my body numb, my mind struggling to catch up. This couldn’t be real. It had to be some mistake. But the words were there, written in our mother’s own hand, and the truth was staring me in the face.
Owen… he wasn’t our full brother.
I forced myself to move, my legs unsteady beneath me. I needed to find them. Noah and Owen had been waiting in the hall, their tension already palpable from earlier, and now… this.
I turned the corner and spotted them near my office. Noah caught sight of me first , his brows furrowed.
“What’s wrong?” he asked immediately.
I didn’t speak. I couldn’t. Instead, I held out the letter, my hand feeling foreign, detached. Noah’s gaze flickered from my face to the paper before taking it without
