After I gave birth to our triplets, my husband walked into my hospital room with his mistress — who was proudly carrying a Birkin bag. –

I crawled toward Mara, taking Leo and Noah into my arms. They wailed against me, alive, warm, terrified.

But Samuel’s bassinet stood empty.

On his tiny pillow lay a folded card.

My father picked it up with a hand that did not shake.

I saw the words before he could hide them.

One heir for one truth.

Black Harbor opens at dawn.

PART 3 — THE HEIR TAKEN IN THE DARK

Samuel was gone.

For three seconds, the entire world stopped breathing.

Then I screamed.

It was not a pretty sound. It was not human. It ripped out of me so violently that Leo and Noah began crying harder in my arms, their tiny bodies trembling against my chest.

My father held the card in his hand.

One heir for one truth.
Black Harbor opens at dawn.

My mother took one look at the words and went still in a way that terrified me more than panic ever could.