The storm outside was gone by morning, leaving behind an oppressive stillness that seeped into the Blackwood estate. I sat in the library, the envelope of damning documents resting on the desk before me. Its contents had consumed my thoughts all night, each revelation tearing at the fragile trust I had in Damien and his family. Yet, as the morning light streamed through the windows, I knew I couldn't take on this battle alone.
The door creaked open, and I turned to see Damien entering, his expression grim. He held two steaming cups of coffee, placing one gently in front of me before sitting across the desk.
"Did you sleep?" he asked, his voice cautious.
I shook my head, my hands wrapped tightly around the cup. "How could I? After what I read?"
He nodded, his jaw tight. "I'm not going to make excuses, Emilia. My family has done terrible things. I can't erase that, but I can help you set things right."
