LEO POV

As I held the letter tightly, my fingers trembling against the parchment, I couldn’t help but think about Amelia’s unwavering patience. She had sat there, silently watching me read the letter, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions that swirled within me. Each time my brows furrowed in disbelief or confusion, she would lean in closer, her concern etched across her face. It was as if she could feel the weight of the revelations in the letter even before reading it herself.

“Amelia,” I continued, my voice still quivering, “you need to read this. It’s about Bridget’s past, and it’s... it’s unbelievable.”

Her eyes never...