The morning sun filtered through the glass walls of the West family estate. Scarlett stood at the window of her room, her fingers lightly tracing the edges of the diary she had discovered among her mother's belongings. Its pages revealed truths she hadn't been ready to face, and yet, they were the key to unraveling the tangled web of deceit surrounding the West family and her own life.
Nathan entered quietly; his footsteps soft on the carpet.
"Another sleepless night?" he asked, his voice gentle but filled with concern.
Scarlett turned, her eyes meeting his.
"You could say that. I've been reading," she said, holding up the diary.
"It seems my mother was closer to your father than I ever imagined." She said taking a step forward to the shelf.
Nathan stiffened, the mention of Richard stirring a storm of emotions within him.
