HOSPITAL HALLWAY - 9:30 AM
Eve emerged from her mother's room with the letter clutched in her hand and tears streaming down her face.
The brothers immediately surrounded her, offering silent comfort.
"She has days," Eve said, her voice breaking. "Maybe less. And...." She held up the letter. "My uncle. The watcher. He's been protecting me since I was a baby. He's going to reveal himself soon.
"Let's get you home," Damian said gently. "You need time to process all this."
The drive home was silent except for Eve's occasional sobs. The brothers let her grieve, their presence through the bond a steady comfort.
When they arrived at the estate, Elder Markov was waiting with more grimoires.
"I heard about your mother," he said, his ancient eyes sympathetic. "I'm sorry."
"Thank you," Eve said numbly.
"If you need to postpone training...." Markov started.
