Mrs Roberts pov (Stacy Mom)
I stared out the floor-to-ceiling windows of my study, watching the afternoon sun cast long, imposing shadows across the manicured lawns of the Roberts estate.
"So, she wants Cove back?"
I didn’t turn around immediately. I kept my voice low, deliberate, letting the coldness of it fill the expansive room. Behind me, the leather sofa shifted. I listened to my nephew, Adrian—my sister’s son, a boy I had groomed to be my eyes and ears in places I couldn't personally tread. He cleared his throat, his usual confident posture replaced by a tense, uneasy stiffness.
Adrian began to speak, his voice carefully measured as he explained exactly what had transpired when Stacy, my biological daughter, had reached out to him. He laid out the timeline of the phone call, deta
