Chapter 41

• Jordan’s POV
• On Friday every week, the Harrisfords' gather for our designated family day, a rigid, mandatory tradition that demands the presence of the entire inner circle at the ancestral estate. I walk through the grand double doors of the mansion, my hand resting protectively against the small of my sister's back as I guide her inside. The heavy, polished wood clicks shut behind us, cutting off the humid summer evening.
• The moment we enter the formal living room, my mother Yolanda’s eyes fly to us. Her sharp gaze instantly locks onto the small, neat square of white medical gauze taped securely against Minerva’s pale collarbone. She sets her teacup down with a sharp, echoing clatter against the saucer.