The room was suffused with a sense of finality as my stepmother placed the final document on the table between us. Her hands trembled as she slid it across to me, the weight of what it represented evident in her nervous movements. She had been hesitant to tell me the full story, but now that the truth was out in the open, there was no turning back.
"This," she said softly, her voice laced with uncertainty, "is the last of what your mother kept hidden. It's everything I've kept from you, Emilia, and I'm sorry. I should have told you sooner."
I stared at the document before me, my pulse quickening as I reached out to grasp it. It was an official legal contract, stamped and sealed, but its significance reached far beyond its words. This wasn't just another piece of paperwork. This was the key to unlocking the legacy my mother had left me—the legacy that had been hidden, manipulated, and nearly stolen from me by the Blackwoods.