Lisa POV

I noticed it before anyone said a word.

The way my mother’s lips pressed into a thin, unforgiving line whenever Amelia’s name surfaced. The dark crescents beneath her eyes that no amount of expensive concealer could hide. The restless pacing, the sharp phone calls made behind closed doors, the files spread across tables like evidence from a crime scene that refused to solve itself.

Margaret did not chase ghosts.

Yet here she was—haunted.

For weeks, the house had ...