Becky's POV
I gazed over the emails we had found, each word cutting deeper than the next, while the low light of the cabin flickered above. Joan's treachery was a carefully thought-out strategy to wipe out all I had left, not only a personal attack. The weight of her dishonesty sank in like a stone, weighing me down as I scrolled through her digital letters. Trying to combat the sense of powerlessness, I tightened my hands.
Leo's words pierced the quiet and helped me to return to the scene. "We have a plan right now, Becky," he replied softly, staring right back at me. "We are going to gather the proof required to clear your name and destroy Wolfe."
I turned to face him, finding strength in his steady state. "I know," I said, while my voice stammered. "This is merely... The idea of her
