The Denovan estate was unusually quiet that morning. The sun spilled through the tall glass windows of the dining hall, but the warmth of the light could not chase away the heaviness in the air. Servants moved quietly, as if sensing something important was about to happen.

Mr. Denovan sat at the head of the long table, sipping his black coffee. His expression was unreadable, but the small crease in his forehead gave him away he was deep in thought. Mrs. Denovan sat beside him, her teacup untouched. Maya and Colton entered soon after, followed by Anika, who climbed into her chair with the help of a maid.

Breakfast began...