KIERAN BLACKWOOD
The next day arrives with a heavy feeling in the air.
The sun shines, but the light streaming through the large windows of my office cannot dispel the whirlwind consuming my mind.
I know the answers I seek won’t be easy to find, yet a part of me still needs to follow this path.
The idea of facing Victor Blackthorn and understanding the role he played in my life — and, more importantly, in my past — tightens the knot in my throat.
I spend the morning trying to organize my thoughts, but every moment seems to bring me back to that blurry photo and the name echoing in my head: Victor Blackthorn.
Beside me, Scarlett doesn’t seem as composed as she tries to appear.
I know she feels the tension between us but doesn’t know how to help.
She is my rock, my constant, but even
