The words blurred.
Clara had come to the house.
Jason had told me she stopped trying.
I pressed the letter to my chest.
For a few minutes, the legal case disappeared. The company disappeared. The money, the mansion, the cars Jason had thrown at me like weapons in court—all of it became small compared to the quiet devastation of those unopened envelopes.
He had not just taken assets.
He had taken witnesses to my life.
Madison made a small sound behind me.
I turned and saw tears in her eyes.
“I’m sorry,” she said.
I did not forgive her. Forgiveness was not a door someone else could knock on and expect to be opened immediately. But I believed, in that moment, that she finally understood she had been standing beside a man she did not truly know.
The examiner removed the flash drive.
“We’ll need to image this properly,” he said.
