{"Man is not what he thinks he is; he is what he hides."}
ROLANS POV
The Mira house smelled like old wood and inherited secrets. I stood in the marble foyer, one hand braced on the carved banister, the other curled in a loose fist at my side. Outside, the rain tapped a nervous rhythm against the stained-glass windows. Inside, silence reigned until the front doors opened.
