Eloá falls silent. Inside, countless memories of that night with Henri flood her mind—his face, his touch, and the promise that no one would ever find out.

“No one is going to find out, Brook. Not him, and not my family.”

Brook looks at her seriously.

“Secrets like that have a terrible habit of coming to light… when you least expect them to.”

“But this one I intend to keep locked away forever.”

“But the father has the right to know about his child,” Brook argues.

Eloá meets her gaze with equal