Master Marcus Wilkerson leaned forward in his chair, observing us with cool eyes as Alaric and I sat side by side on the settee. I still held the sealed document in my trembling hands, afraid to open it yet unable to set it aside.
"If you prefer privacy to review these materials, Duchess," Marcus offered softly, "I can return another time to address any questions."
I shook my head, forcing myself to speak past the lump in my throat. "No. Please stay. I... I may need clarification."
Alaric's hand found mine, warm and steady. Though I was still hurt by his omissions, his support was undeniable. I drew a deep breath and broke the seal.
The first page contained formal court language acknowledging Mariella Caldwell's identity verification. I skimmed quickly until I found what truly mattered – details of her new life.
