Ashes and Inheritance
Calla didn’t speak on the ride back to the city.
Her thoughts clawed at her like storm winds, dragging pieces of her past into a new and harrowing context. Calla Avery Bell. The name echoed in her mind with every passing streetlight. Was it a clerical error, or had her life been a chess move in someone else’s game?
Cassian sat beside her, silent and brooding. The files they had recovered were in a briefcase on his lap, sealed and untouched. He hadn’t dared open them again—not yet.
"You knew something," she said at last, her voice low but firm. "Even if you didn’t know everything. You felt it."
Cassian turned his head slightly, the weight of guilt visible in the tension around his eyes. "I suspected my father had secrets, but not this. Not you."
"Then why was
