"A picture is a secret about a secret. The more it tells you, the less you know." – Diane Arbus

Emily surveyed the dusty attic of Grayson Manor, and pondered where to stow away the Infinity Box she held securely between the palms of her hands. What had once been the evil queen's castle would be her home, the place to raise her own children, and the shelter to her most sacred secret. Emily's prayers were answered, when her eyes fell upon the safe positioned in the corner of the attic. After its temporary stay at Nolan's house, the Infinity Box needed to be permanently relocated, somewhere Emily could personally guarantee it would never fall into the wrong hands. The note Nolan had attached to the lid provoked a small smile: Consider it a housewarming gift, Mrs. Grayson. She tenderly kissed the double infinity sign and stashed her history away for keeps.

Flashforward

"Grayson Global Retreat... 1992," Sophia vocally read the caption of the photograph with a sombre expression. Several faces beamed into the camera, yet her eyes were drawn to the three in the centre: David Clarke stood tall, his friendly smile wide and the sun reflected in his eyes; Conrad, with his arm happily wrapped around Victoria, who radiated one of the saddest smile Sophia had ever witnessed.

The creak of the floorboards outside her bedroom shook her into action, her pulse quickened, and Sophia instinctively chucked her covers over the Infinity Box, to reveal her fluffy pink robe, as she anticipated her mother's presence. "Hey." Charlotte's friendly face peered around the bedroom door.

Sophia's eyes widened, her voice in a low whisper, careful not to wake the household. "Charlie, where have you been?"

"I saw Conrad," Charlotte replied, "He summoned me to Rikers."

"What did he say?" Sophia demanded, more interested in why their Grandfather found it imperative to communicate with them, rather than how he had the ability to summon Charlotte to the inmate facility. "Did you ask him about the letters he wrote?"

"He didn't give me much chance. He was too busy going on an insane rant about mom, how she destroyed the family, how she caused his downfall..." Charlotte rolled her eyes, unsympathetic to his plight. She noticed the photograph Sophia had continued to hold in her left hand, "What's that?"

"Well... clearly, I had a far more productive afternoon than you. Here." Sophia passed the wooden box onto her sisters knees, once Charlotte crawled onto the bed. "I found this hidden away in an old safe up in the attic. It's filled with pictures of Conrad, Victoria and even David Clarke." Sophia pointedly removed the small notebooks from the box, "I've been reading these diaries, too. They were written by David Clarke in prison. They mention Amanda, Conrad, Victoria... and Nolan. Apparently, they were good friends."

Charlotte scowled; another piece of information she had been denied. "Nolan never mentioned it before."

"Check this out," Sophia offered her older sister a handwritten letter. "It's addressed to Amanda, from her father."

"My dear Amanda. If you're reading this, then two things have come to pass: I am finally able to provide you the life you were unjustly denied, and, sadly, I wont be able to share that life with you..." Charlotte bit her bottom lip. "He must have written this, in the event of his death."

"Which means this box must have been intended for her." Sophia announced her assumption, followed by her confusion, "So, how did it end up here?" Charlotte didn't respond, too preoccupied with the photograph of the Grayson Global executives... and Sophia. The younger sister frowned, "What?"

"Nothing," Charlotte quickly responded, defensive. "It's obvious where your looks stem from, that's all." Sophia had basically inherited Victoria's entire appearance; the porcelain skin, decorated with dark features and even darker hair. "It's to be expected, I guess, since you're daddy's little princess!"

Sophia pouted, "Gee, thanks."

They giggled between them and continued to sift through the box. "Hey, look." Charlotte collected a hardback book, its binding heavily damaged by time. "It's written by Mason Treadwell. He was a freelancer back in the day. His reports didn't get much attention, until he wrote about David Clarke. He escaped punishment for his part in the cover-up but he's remembered as one of the biggest frauds in literary history, to America, anyway. He became a complete outcast. I suppose, some might consider that punishment enough for his small part," Charlotte philosophically concluded.

"How do you know all of this?" Sophia couldn't help but be a little jealous of her sister's knowledge.

"I'm a law student, Soph." Even if it weren't for her extensive family connection, Charlotte would have been fascinated by the tragic case of David Clarke. "Besides, shouldn't you know just as much about it? Your boyfriend is David Clarke's grandson, after all."

"He doesn't know a whole lot himself," she explained. "His mom doesn't like to talk about it."

"Why would she need to, when she has a hate-on-Grayson box stashed away?"

"We don't even know if it's hers," her younger sister challenged the sharp comment. "I found it in our attic, remember?" Sophia continued to root inside and delved out more historical photographs, the kind which stirred her stomach into a pot of nausea. "Ugh, isn't that Lydia Davis?" Conrad's arms were wrapped around the half-naked body of a blonde and the evidence had been captured through a hotel room window. "Best friends' husband. Classy," her nose wrinkled, in disgust.

"She and Victoria must have put that behind them, eventually. Lydia died in the plane crash, too."

"On their way to provide evidence for the state," Sophia snidely shook her head, ever the suspicious one. "Too convenient."

"Victoria died, Charlotte committed suicide, Conrad was arrested..." Charlotte referenced her earlier conversation with Conrad. "It really did fall apart for them." She silently beseeched her sister for a balanced opinion on the matter, "Conrad was insistent that mom was to blame for all of it."

Sophia appeared stupefied, predominantly that Charlotte would even consider believing him. "Charlie, don't be ridiculous! You know how hard mom worked to help dad rebuild. Grayson Global not only survived, it thrived! It's one of the world's most respected companies, despite Conrad's conviction." She shook her head, "He's just a bitter old man. If anyone had motive to ruin the Grayson's, it was Amanda but she certainly didn't have the resources."

Charlotte eventually conceded, "I suppose you're right. That still doesn't explain why the box was in our attic, though."

"We could always go straight to the source," Sophia ambitiously proposed. "Jack and Amanda are due back from their trip tomorrow. They've been in Malibu, visiting Jack's younger brother, Declan. Tomorrow, we can return the box to Amanda and ask her for an explanation."