Olivia
The room seemed to close in on us as Edward introduced himself. My heart pounded in my chest, and I felt Nathan tense beside me. This couldn’t be right. Edward was supposed to be dead. Gone. A ghost of the family’s troubled past, erased from history. How was it possible that he was standing here, then, alive and well? He had to be an imposter.
“Edward? As in, the brother of my father, Colin? The one who died?” Nathan’s voice wavered between disbelief and a sort of cautious hope.
Edward chuckled, a sound that seemed both nostalgic and regretful. “Died is a strong word, my boy. I’m here, aren’t I?”
“What are you talking about?” Nathan pressed, his eyes narrowing. “Look, if this is some sort of prank, it’s not funny.”
“It’s not a prank,” Edward said. “It’s quite rea
