390: Unraveling Threads

The confrontation with their father left an unsettling residue as the siblings regrouped in the library, the morning light casting sharp angles across the somber faces gathered around the antique oak table. The air was thick with unspoken questions and the weight of their father’s anger still hung heavy in the room. Wayne, the eldest, broke the silence, his voice firm yet cautious. "Dad’s reaction—it’s clear we’re onto something he wishes remained buried. But his warning, it’s not just about protecting himself. There’s fear there, a genuine concern for us." Emma, her mind racing with possibilities, leaned forward, her brow furrowed. "Remember what he said last night when he confused me with mom? There’s more to this story, something personal and possibly dangerous. If someone was pursuing Mom, and now they’re targeting us, we need to understand the connection." Maxwell’s frustration was palpable. "But how do we proceed? Every time we get close, we hit a wall—either Dad shuts down, o