The Quiet Room
Two Hundred Guests

What Beckett Saw

August 25, 2026 · Part 6 of 10 · 2 min

Roderick's hand closed over the envelope a half second before Anneliese's did.

"This isn't necessary," he said, already turning toward the fireplace, where a low flame was still going despite the warm night — Yolanda would wonder, later, whether he'd lit it himself before the gala had even started, just in case. "Whatever this says, it changes nothing legally. The birth certificate stands. The contracts stand—"

"Give it to me." Anneliese's voice cracked on the word, the first real crack all night.

"Roderick." Corwin, finally moving, finally sounding like a man instead of a press release. "Put it down."

Roderick didn't put it down. He took another step toward the fire, and that was when the study door — which none of them had heard open — swung wider, and a small voice cut through the room louder than any of the adults in it.

"Don't burn it!"

Beckett stood in the doorway in his socks, tuxedo jacket gone, hair no longer combed flat, a nanny's frantic footsteps closing in behind him down the hall. He must have slipped away during the chaos downstairs, found his way up through the back stairs he wasn't supposed to know about, looking — Yolanda understood instantly — for her.

Roderick froze with the envelope six inches from the flame.

"Beckett, go back to—" Corwin started.

"That's mine," Beckett said, and his small voice was shaking, but he didn't move from the doorway. "That's about me. You can't burn things about me."

For one long second, nobody in the room breathed. Then Anneliese crossed the study in three strides, took the envelope out of Roderick's hand while he was still looking at the boy, and did not let go of it again.

"No," she agreed quietly, to her son, though her eyes stayed on Roderick. "No one is burning anything about you."

She tore it open herself, right there, standing between her husband and her housekeeper's son and a nanny frozen in the hallway — and began, out loud, to read.

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