The clubhouse felt different after Casey circled the date on the calendar because nobody treated it like an ordinary meeting anymore and every conversation carried the quiet understanding that whatever happened next would change all of our lives.
The evidence board still covered one wall and my mother’s journals remained stacked beside Casey’s laptop.
Walter’s files sat neatly organized in sealed boxes.
Months of work surrounded us and Blade stood near the front of the room.
“We’ve reached the point where everyone deserves to know where we stand. This investigation has uncovered enough evidence to expose people who believed they would never answer for what they’ve done.” Blade explained to everyone.
“The legal process is moving but it won’t move quickly.” Wayne said and Casey look
