The drive back to the Black Mansion was silent.
Not cold.
Not angry.
Just... heavy.
The kind of silence that wraps itself around the ribs and refuses to loosen.
Cain kept his eyes on the road.
Loman stared out his window, picking the skin of his thumb — his rare tell of stress.
Roxanne sat between them, expression unreadable, fingers tapping at the old journal resting in her lap.
Alden Black.
Triplet.
Only survivor.
Just like them... if fate had followed the pattern.
Roxanne's voice finally broke the suffocating quiet.
"We tell them everything."
Cain nodded once.
"No more secrets."
Loman exhaled shakily.
"And no more pretending nothing's wrong."
The car rolled through the main gate.
Lights were warm.
Windows lit.
Everything calm, peaceful — infuriating.
As though the world hadn't shifted beneath their feet just hours ago.
"Welcome home, young masters, young miss."
Arlet bowed with the same perfect, practiced grace he always had.
"You returned later than expected. I took the liberty of preparing chamomile tea."
He held out a tray with steaming cups.
Loman blinked.
"Oh. Uh. Thanks, Arlet."
Roxanne took hers quietly.
Cain muttered a soft thank you.
The butler simply nodded, his eyes full of gentle concern.
"You all look tired. Shall I prepare a late supper?"
Roxanne shook her head.
"No. We... we need to speak to Dad and Grandpa."
"Of course."
He bowed again.
"They are in the study. I will inform them you are coming."
The study door opened before they even knocked.
Aurum Black stood by the fireplace.
Grandpa Alden sat in his usual armchair.
Both men straightened when they saw the expressions on the triplets' faces.
Aurum's brows furrowed.
"What happened?"
Roxanne didn't waste time.
She set the old journal on the desk with a heavy thud.
Alden froze.
Aurum stiffened.
Cain stepped forward.
"We found the old mansion."
Alden exhaled sharply.
"I told Arlet to seal that property."
Roxanne's eyes narrowed.
"It wasn't sealed."
Loman dropped the stack of journals they had taken.
"We know."
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