Dominic’s POV
The house smells like dust and memory, That’s the first thing that hits me when I unlock the door.
It’s been years since I’ve stepped into my father’s old study, the one room my mother never changed, the one room I never wanted to.
The curtains are still drawn, the air still faintly laced with cigar smoke and sandalwood polish. His presence lingers here, even though he’s been gone nearly a decade. I tell myself I came to look for records.
That’s what I told Camilla, what I told Stanley before leaving Zurich but the truth is messier. I came here because I need answers and the only man who might have left them for me is the one who spent his life pretending he didn’t have any.
The storm outside hisses against the windows as I cross to the heavy mahogany desk. Everything’s
