The conference room was cold—not just from the centralized air conditioning, but from the emotional frost that filled the space. The walls were white, clinical. A glass table separated the two sides, polished to the point where Amelia could see her own strained reflection.
Brad sat beside her, posture firm, papers neatly stacked in front of him. His hand briefly brushed her knee under the table—a subtle gesture of reassurance, but one that didn’t go unnoticed.
Across from them, Andrew sat flanked by Sophia and a sharply dressed family attorney. Andrew’s face was stone. Impossibly calm, unreadable—but his jaw clenched every time Brad leaned a little closer to Amelia.
And Amelia… she was trying to hold herself together.
Because not only was this the official beginning of what shared cust
