Roman and Rebecca walked into the Blackwood home, the heavy silence pressing down on them. Mrs. Blackwood sat on the edge of the sofa, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She looked up as they entered, eyes wide.

“You’re here,” she said softly, her voice trembling. “Sit down. We need to talk.”

Mr. Blackwood appeared from the study, adjusting his glasses. “I received a message today,” he said, voice tight. “Something… that doesn’t make sense. Rebecca, tell me this isn’t true.”

Rebecca exchanged a quick glance with Roman. Both stiffened.

“I… I don’t know what you mean,” Rebecca said cautiously, her voice small.

Roman shrugged slightly, pretending not to...