Daphne POV

“Some truths aren’t found, they're buried alive, waiting for the wrong person to dig them up.”

The house feels wrong.

Too still and too cold.

I used to like quiet, used to need it but ever since Charles came back from the dead, silence has started to sound like waiting for something to break.

Celeste sits across the dining table from me, laptop open, surrounded by flash drives, coded printouts, and coffee cups that have gone cold hours ago.

She’s always been good at holding ...