The West Wing of Thorne Manor had always been a silent, hollow space a part of the house reserved for guests Silas didn't want to see and secrets he wanted to forget. But with Caleb’s arrival, the air in those hallways had changed. It felt like a fuse had been lit behind those expensive walls, and I was just waiting for the spark to reach the powder keg.
I found them in the sunroom the next morning. The room was flooded with early light, making the glass walls glow, but the atmosphere inside was anything but peaceful. Caleb was lounging on a white velvet sofa, his laptop balanced precariously on his knees, looking like he hadn't slept a wink. Beside him on the floor sat Toby. My son was completely enthralled, his tiny face lit up by a glowing digital game Caleb had clearly hacked togethe
