Hazel's POV
“There is nothing else,” Richard said too quickly, his eyes darting toward the study door as though he expected someone else to walk in and rescue him from this exact conversation.
We had brought him straight from the gala, still in his formal suit, the three of us gathered in the study while Grace slept peacefully upstairs, blissfully unaware of the storm still swirling downstairs.
“Richard,” Julian said, his voice carrying a warning I rarely heard him use with his own father. “Vivian would not have said that without a reason. What else did you bury.”
Richard sank into a chair, suddenly looking every one of his years, the confidence from his hospital recovery weeks earlier draining slowly out of him with every passing second of silence.
“Margaret was not just a founding p
