“I feel responsible for this,” I admitted, rubbing my temples. “Georgina hid all of this away for a reason and I should’ve let it stay there.”

Freddie shook his head. “No,” he said. “This isn’t your fault.”

“How could you have known?” Nick said, spreading his hands wide. “We just thought she was eccentric. And if you’d stopped and let things molder up here, we’d never have found out.”

“We were never supposed to find out,” I argued.

Nick chewed on his fingernail. “Do we think…is there any chance Father knows?”

We fell quiet. I searched every interaction I’d ever had with Richard. He was nothing if not dutiful to the Crown; it sometimes felt like he was more attached to The Firm than to his family. I had never really thought about why; it was just the way he was. Was he driven by the need to earn a place he knew wasn’t his, or by the desire to earn the one he thought was? There was no way to tell.

“All we can do is guess,” I said. “I doubt there are any answers up here.”

Freddie pulled out his vibrating phone, the lit screen revealing an unanswered string of texts. “Daphne,” he said, dropping it back onto the pillows.

“She’s going to worry,” I said. “She already is. You should answer her.”

“What can I even say?” He let fly an angry laugh. “Hey, babe, turns out we’re all Lyons bastards! Surprise!?” He picked up the phone and scrolled through her messages, then shook his head. “I can’t even write a complete sentence right now. God, Nick, it could have been so different. We could have been so different.”

“You could have been career military, if you’d wanted,” Nick said.

“And you could have been…”

“Someone who knows what the end of that sentence ought to be,” Nick said very quietly.

“No pressure to be anything other than ourselves,” Freddie said. “We could have been normal.”

Nick pressed his fists against his forehead. “I don’t know how to unpack this,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “How do we even begin?”

“Well,” Freddie said slowly. “Bex is right about one thing. All we have left are questions, and most of the players aren’t around anymore for us to ask them.”

“Except for one,” I said.

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