Her Own Investigation
Emily
I didn't sleep that night, not really, just drifted in and out of a shallow half-rest while Seth's voice kept replaying in my head, laying out everything he'd been carrying alone for days.
By morning, I'd made a decision.
I wasn't going to sit in this penthouse waiting for someone else to hand me answers about my own board, my own hospital, my own life.
"You're doing what?" Seth stood in the kitchen doorway, tie half-knotted, watching me pull a folder of board meeting minutes from my bag.
"Reviewing donor records. Going back two years." I didn't look up from the table. "If someone on my board funneled money through a shell company, there's a pattern somewhere. People who lie about money rarely lie perfectly."
"Emily."
"Don't." I finally met his eyes. "Yo
