Sylvia's POV
The fire crackled softly, sending flickering shadows along the walls of my study.
I swirled the wine in my glass, staring into the deep red liquid as if it held all the answers.
It didn’t.
But I did.
Or at least,I would.
A soft knock at the door.
Then, Kylie's voice. “Mother?”
I exhaled slowly. “Come in.”
The door opened, and my daughter stepped inside, moving with the same careful elegance I had taught her.
But something was off.
Kylie stood in front of my desk, arms folded tightly across her chest.
She was angry.
Frustrated.
And from the slight tremor in her fingers, maybe,just maybe,starting to feel desperate.
I let the silence stretch, watching her carefully.
Then, finally, I lifted my glass, swirling the deep red liquid. I arched a brow. “I assume you hav
