Chapter 55 The Echo Of Bloodlines

The rain had stopped by morning, but the clouds lingered—a gray veil draped over the estate as though the sky itself mourned what had been unearthed. Damian sat at his father’s old desk, staring at a faded photograph. It was Edward Blackwood, younger and unguarded, with a woman Damian didn’t recognize. She had soft eyes, long auburn hair, and a smile that hinted at secrets. Scribbled in the corner: “V & E, 1998.”