(Emery’s POV)
The letter was in her mailbox.
No return address. No stamp. Just her name in tight, slanted script she didn’t recognize.
Inside: one photo, one document, and one line of text scrawled across the margin in red ink.
He’s lying. Look deeper.
She turned the photo over. It was grainy — surveillance-like — but clear enough to show a familiar office: Wyatt Caldwell’s. And on the desk?
Two DNA test envelopes.
One labeled CALDWELL. One labeled CARTER.
The one he’d shown the board — the one he’d used to try to make Emery disappear — wasn’t hers.
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Back at the apartment, Emery paced the living room while Luca sat at the dining table, staring at the evidence.
“They forged a DNA test to make it look like you’re his daughter,” Luca said slowly. “So they could split us up. Break
