Margot Rivers came in casually, a visitor in a familiar space — just like your uncles wife had done so many times before – and then she saw it. Half-hidden, unmistakable.

Her fingers closed around the fabric, lifting it with quiet precision.

The following question hung like a weight in the air, and the casual gathering downstairs might as well have been a world away. Margot’s gaze didn’t flinch, but something unspoken shifted.