Evelyn bit her lower lip, fighting the rising tremble in her chin.
"I do not know what to do," she admitted, the truth spilling out before she could filter it. "I have wanted answers my whole life. But now that you are here, I am… blank. I do not know if I should meet the rest of the family or walk away. I do not know what I am supposed to feel."
Finley softened, leaning slightly forward. "Then do not decide anything yet." His tone was calm and reassuring. "For now, just breathe. We can figure this out together. You are not alone in this."
Her eyes glistened as she saw him.
Before Evelyn could gather her thoughts or decide what to say next, Finley spoke again, his voice steady but careful, as if afraid to push her too far.
"Tell me about your grandmother, your mother… and you."
The words landed heavily in the quiet room.
For a brief moment, Evelyn felt as though the air had been sucked from her lungs.
