The Blackwood Estate had a wing just for staff, a wing just for guests, and apparently now a wing just for us. Micah's new room had a mural of a spaceship painted across one wall, done overnight somehow, and I didn't ask how or by whom. I was starting to understand that in Adrian's world, things simply appeared when they were needed, no explanation required.
Still, three days in, I felt like a stranger wearing someone else's life. I kept waiting for someone to tell me I'd overstayed, that this had all been some temporary kindness with an expiration date I hadn't been told about.
Adrian called a meeting on the second morning, all of us gathered in a sitting room bigger than my old apartment, and he laid it out like he was running a board meeting instead of organizing his son's care.
"Ryd
