Chapter 4: The House of Mirrors
They retreated to the study, a room David hadn't entered since the "accident" that had claimed his wife. The walls were lined with mahogany bookshelves. With Emily’s guidance, David moved a heavy, leather-bound volume of poetry. Behind it, hidden in the wood grain, was a keyhole so small it was almost invisible to the naked eye.
The key turned with a heavy, satisfying click. A section of the bookshelf hissed, the pressurized seals breaking after years of disuse. A hidden compartment—a vault—swung open, revealing a stack of documents that felt like a death warrant for the entire Blackwood family legacy.
The papers weren't just about money. They were medical records, land deeds, and a confession—a signed letter from Victoria’s own father, admitting to a crime that had been blamed on David’s wife.
