The foundation had a name: Hartwell Children's Placement Trust.
Killian spread the documents across his study desk that afternoon, files Unit Two had pulled from archived state records brittle scans of consent forms, board member rosters, a dissolution notice dated eighteen years and four months ago.
"Look at this," he said, sliding one page toward me. "Board of directors, final year of operation."
I scanned the list of names, most meaning nothing to me until my eyes caught on one, and the room seemed to tilt sideways.
Elias Voss — Financial Advisor, Hartwell Children's Placement Trust.
"That's your father," I said, voice barely above a whisper.
Killian's jaw was already tight, like he'd been bracing for me to find it before I even did. "Yes."
"Killian." My hands had gone cold aroun
