The mansion was quieter now. The weight of what had transpired over the past few days seemed to hang in the air, pressing down on everyone who walked through its corridors. I could feel it in every step I took—this heavy sense of inevitability, of a final confrontation that was bound to come. I had spent so long chasing the truth, piecing together fragments of my mother's past, but now it felt as if I was standing at the edge of something far darker than I had ever anticipated.
Damien had disappeared into one of the side rooms earlier in the day, his face drawn, his shoulders tense with the weight of his family's secrets. His brother, on the other hand, had been eerily quiet. It was almost as if he was waiting for something, a moment to strike, to make his final move. And in that silence, I knew there was a storm brewing, one that would test everything I had learned about loyalty, betrayal, and the price of truth.
