Not Tiffany’s house.
Mine.
I stared at those papers for a long time.
This was not Christmas planning.
This was a takeover dressed up as a family gathering.
At 11:12 that night, I sat at my kitchen table and began attaching the documents to an email. One by one, the files uploaded.
Then the floor creaked behind me.
“Mom?”
Kevin stood in the hallway, staring at my screen.
“What is all that?” he asked.
Tiffany appeared behind him, her eyes suddenly sharp.
Before I answered, my printer woke up. One page slid out. Then another.
Kevin picked up the first sheet.
It was the email with Marco copied on it. My address was right there, highlighted.
Kevin read it once.
Then again.
Tiffany quickly said, “That’s not what it means.”
Kevin picked up another page. Valyria’s name was on it.
“Why is your sister involved?” he asked.
