Lena's POV
The name on the sheet was Mara.
I stared at it.
The kitchen. The tea. The bread dough and the careful words and the door opened despite what I'd said and someone did it for me once, a long time ago.
Eleven years in this house.
I sat in the car with the document in my lap and felt the specific quality of this particular betrayal — different from my uncle's, different from Catherine's, different from anything I'd processed before. Because Mara had been the one person in this entire situation I had trusted without reservation. Without the careful qualification I'd applied to everything else. She had been the thing I'd reached for when everything else was uncertain.
And her name was at the bottom of Victor's contingency plan.
"Say something," Damian said quietly.
I looked at
