The projector screen, once a vibrant display of Brooke's birthday celebration, now stood stark and blank, a silent testament to the shocking revelation that had just unfolded. Ken Stuart remained motionless, his gaze fixed on the empty screen, his mind reeling from the images and words he had just witnessed. The grainy footage of Maeve, her voice filled with fear and determination, echoed in his ears, stirring a whirlwind of emotions within him.
To see her now, after all these years, to hear her voice, to speak of her daughter – it was a profound and unsettling experience.
He felt a sense of disorientation, a feeling of being adrift in a sea of unanswered questions. Who was Maeve's daughter? What had happened to her? And what did this revelation mean for him, for his past, for his future?
