The cold air hit my face the moment we stepped out of the archives.
My heartbeat still hadn’t settled. The image on my phone – the man in the gray coat reaching for my father’s wires, kept replaying in my mind like a loop I couldn’t escape.
And Daniel… standing in front of me… wearing the same damn coat.
I pushed him forward, my fingers shaking as they grabbed the fabric near his shoulder. “Explain this,” I snapped, my voice echoing down the empty hallway.
Daniel stumbled a little but caught his balance. “Jane…”
“No,” I cut in, chest rising too fast. “You told me you were nowhere near the hospital. But that coat, God, Daniel, it’s the same one. Same color. Same length. Same…everything!”
His eyes softened, but not with guilt, more like exhaustion. “Someone is framing me.”
I laughed,
