Six identical strangers showed up to my mother’s funeral wearing our family crest,
My mother, Seraphina, always claimed we were the last of our line, but the sea of silver-white hair and plaid collars in the pews proved her life was a lie. These women weren't just relatives; they were the "Silver Roses," a secret branch of the family my mother had supposedly "cleansed" decades ago to consolidate her power. My Aunt Karen revealed the terrifying truth: our family estate wasn't a home, but a vault