Raellyn bit her lip gently, her gaze locking onto her uncle’s eyes. The eyes that had once offered her shelter, guidance, and quiet affection, and she was searching for something unspoken right now. When Lita joined them and sat quietly by her side, the air thickened with expectation. Her uncle began to recount every detail of the visit from the lawyer, the conversation, and the papers. And though his voice carried assurance, even each word weighed heavily on her chest.
She remained still, lost in the slow storm of her thoughts, eyes wide with something between disbelief and aching clarity. From the way her uncle spoke, from the gentle precision in his explanation, there was only one conclusion left to draw. Arnav had done it. He had fulfilled his promise. He had satisfied whatever unspo
