Grayson’s headlights cut into the long driveway as he pulled up to the Thorne estate.

The house looked too bright and too loud.

He stepped inside to find the entire family already gathered in the living room.

Liam sat on the arm of a couch while his wife — Cassandra sat on the sofa.

Tension felt thick in the air. Eleanor stood rigid near the fireplace—commanding as always—while Klara stood in the centre of the room, hands clasped tightly in front of her, pale and speechless.

“What’s going on here?” Grayson asked, cautiously.

“Well, I could ask you the same thing, Grayson.” Eleanor forced a smirk. “What is going on...