Silas drove through the gated community in deep thought, his mind still reeling from the meeting at the warehouse.
The folder from Violet sat on the passenger seat like a live bomb. He had chosen not to mention the three women or their cryptic warnings when he decided to confront his mother. Some truths were better tested first.
The grand Vane family mansion loomed ahead, its lights warm against the night sky. He parked aggressively and marched up the marble steps. The butler opened the door before he could knock.
"Master Silas, your mother is in the drawing room."
Silas didn't wait for further announcement. He strode through the familiar halls and pushed open the heavy lustre door.
Amelia Vane sat elegantly on a velvet chaise, a glass of red wine in hand, reading a book. She looked up, surprise flickering across her refined features before she composed herself with a warm smile.
