The Mark They Feared, The Legacy That Ruined Them

“No, he doesn’t.”

Fifteen Years Later

The boy grew up in a small, aging house on the outskirts of Stamford.

He did have a name now.

Lucas Hart.

Evelyn had given it to him herself.

The house wasn’t much—creaky floors, chipped paint, and a kitchen that always smelled faintly of coffee and laundry detergent—but it was filled with something far rarer than wealth.continue reading …