“My father was a high school physics teacher,” I said. “He didn’t threaten corporations.”
“He was your father,” Evelyn replied. “And fathers become reckless when they believe their children are being used.”
The words struck harder than I expected.
My father had known.
Maybe not everything. But enough.
The examiner cleared his throat softly. “We should secure the contents before continuing any personal discussion.”
Daniel nodded, returning instantly to the practical. “Everything in the Caldwell folder. The medical folder. The Iris folder. Chain of custody.”
Priya began documenting each item.
Madison remained near the doorway, pale and silent.
Evelyn looked at the open boxes as though she could still command them back into secrecy.
I turned away from her.
Not because I had no more questions, but because my body had reached its limit. I could feel the ground under me, but only barely. Every discovery had opened another room inside the house of my life, and none of the rooms matched the map I had been given.
