The heavy silence in the room had begun pressing down on him, and he knew if he stayed a second longer, his thoughts would consume him. He stepped out of the mansion like a man on a mission. His footsteps were brisk and deliberate, the weight of everything tightening his chest.
The evening breeze brushed against his face as he crossed the threshold of the grand marble steps and made his way toward the garden path. His jaw clenched slightly, and his fingers itched as he dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. There was no hesitation. No pause. He already knew who he needed to call. He dialed Lisa's number.
The phone didn't even ring twice before she picked up.
"Oliver?" her voice came through, sharp but calm.
"I need you to send me the full address," Oliver said, his voice quiet, but steady, too steady. "Victoria's residence. Her family's place. Every detail. I want to go there myself."
