Velvet’s POV

Zavian opened the drawer slowly. I watched his hand move, and my chest grew tight. He pulled out a brown envelope and held it for a moment before placing it on the table.

I did not speak. I only stared at it. Something in his eyes told me this was not a small thing.

He pushed the envelope toward me. “Open it,” he said. His voice was calm, but I felt his tension.

My hands shook a little as I opened it. The first paper I saw made my vision blur. I blinked hard and looked again.

It was a birth certificate. At first, it looked normal. Then...