The estate was hushed, bathed in the soft glow of moonlight filtering through tall, arched windows. Every surface reflected the quiet triumph of Carson and Justina, survivors of fire, betrayal, and secrets long buried. The silence was deceptive. Beneath it simmered an intensity neither could contain.

Justina stood by a window, gazing at the distant city lights. “Even after everything, the shadows never really disappear,” she murmured, her voice soft, almost to herself.

Carson moved ...