Sophia's breath hitched, her face draining of color as the shock rippled through the room. It felt as if someone had caught dirt on her, revealing hidden truths she'd carefully buried. Her hands trembled slightly in her lap, betraying her calm facade.
William's eyes widened in disbelief, his gaze shifting frantically between Kiana and the portrait of Gracia. Evelyn's heart pounded in her chest, her mind racing to make sense of Kiana's innocent yet damning words.
Everyone was stunned, except for Sophia, whose face twisted into a mask of panic and anger. The atmosphere was thick with tension, each heartbeat echoing like a drum in the suffocating silence. William looked visibly shaken, his complexion pale as he stared at the portrait of Gracia. For years, he had accepted her death, grieved for her—but what if? What if she wasn't truly gone?
