Naomi's POV
I read the letter three more times before I locked it in the bottom drawer of my desk.
Not because I was afraid of it.
But because I didn’t want it where I could see it every time I looked up, it won't make my day worse.
It had already gotten under my skin, I could feel it tightening around my chest like a rope.
Someone didn’t want Sanborn to rise.
And that someone had been watching closely.
The next morning, I made a list. Not names. Not contacts. Just a single question at the top of the page: Who stands to lose if Sanborn returns?
Beneath it, I scribbled what I knew—The project had been shelved under my father’s watch. Rachel’s father was involved too. The original land was purchased, then quietly sold off.
Leona mentioned something about nonprofit mergers, but eve
