Marcel didn't wait for morning. The rain hit the windshield of the SUV in heavy, irregular slaps as he drove through the dark gates of the Greenwich estate. Beside him, Lily kept her hands folded tightly in her lap, her knuckles white, while Eleanor and his mother sat in tense silence in the back row."The gate shouldn't have opened, Marcel," Marcus muttered from the passenger seat, his tablet casting a pale blue glow over his face. "The security grid recognized your facial structure and disarmed the perimeter. That isn't a glitch.""It's an invitation," Marcel said, shifting into park near the main steps. "Stay close."They pushed open the front doors. The grand foyer was dead quiet, the air smelling of stale cedar and cold stone. No guards stepped out from the wings. No staff walked the halls.Instead, a single long mahogany table sat in the center of the drawing room, lit by a single overhead spotlight. Arranged across its surface in neat, chronological rows were framed photographs