Chapter 1: The Child in the Black Suit
The mansion fell silent the moment the little boy appeared.
Only three years old, dressed in a tiny black suit, he slipped free from the nanny’s hand and ran across the marble floor as fast as his small legs could carry him.
“Mommy!”
His voice echoed through the grand hall.
Guests turned.
Crystal glasses froze in midair.
The woman they had dismissed all evening, the quiet housekeeper in a plain gray uniform, dropped the silver tray in her trembling hands.
Silverware scattered across the marble with a sharp, ringing sound.
But she did not move.
She only stared at the little boy running toward her, her face draining of color as if the past itself had walked into the room wearing polished shoes and a child’s grief.
“Noah…” she whispered.
The boy threw himself into her arms, clinging to her neck as tears streamed down his cheeks… Continue Reading ⬇️
