Arthur's grip on my hand remained tight, his eyes boring into mine with such intensity I could hardly breathe.
"How do you know that name?" he repeated, his voice a controlled whisper.
Before I could answer, the door swung open. Bianca Pierce walked in, her uniform still pristine despite the confrontation outside. The moment shattered like glass.
Arthur released my hand and straightened, his face instantly transforming into the cold, unreadable mask I knew so well. The revelation would have to wait.
"Mrs. Sterling," Bianca nodded, then looked at Arthur. "Mr. Sterling."
"Captain Pierce," I said, pushing myself up against the pillows. "I saw your statement to the reporter."
Bianca's shoulders tensed. "I meant what I said out there."
"I know." I offered her a small smile. "Thank you."
