Chapter 38: Bloodlines
The adoption record sat on the table between them.
Nobody touched it.
Nobody wanted to.
Because once it was opened, there would be no going back.
The storm outside raged on.
Thunder rolled across Lake Hollow.
Inside the cabin, however, the silence was far louder.
Amelia stared at the faded document.
Her pulse pounded in her ears.
One of the Hart heirs.
Not who they believed they were.
The words from Eleanor's journal refused to leave her mind.
Rachel stood beside the table, her arms folded tightly across her chest.
Victor remained seated, watching the document as if it were a bomb.
Charles looked physically ill.
Alexander was the only one who appeared calm.
Though Amelia knew him well enough now to recognize the tension hidden behind his expression.
