Emily
It's been a week.
One long, quiet week since Adrian and I decided to investigate my mother’s case together.
And so far…
Nothing of substance
Just old files, erased records, and a trail that kept disappearing every time it got close to something meaningful.
Adrian still updated me when he could, but most of the work clearly happened on his side. He had the resources, the connections, the kind of access I could only dream of.
Meanwhile, my role was much simpler.
Wait.
And pretend.
Pretend nothing had changed.
Pretend I had given up on the past just like my father believed.
So every morning I woke up, went to work, smiled at colleagues, and acted like my life wasn’t slowly unraveling behind the scenes.
It was exhausting.
But it was necessary.
Because if my father even su
