Aiden’s POV
The first light of morning cut through the blinds in thin gold stripes, landing across the desk where my laptop sat open. I hadn’t slept after that. My eyes burned behind the glasses, but I kept scrolling, digging through the sources I gathered.
I checked my email afterwards and realized that the private investigator’s latest dump had come in at 3:17 a.m. Subject line blank, just a zip of scanned reports and a short note… “Still digging. This is everything current.”
I opened the first file and braced myself.
The fire from twenty-two years ago at the old orphanage building on Maple…it's been so long ago that evidence relating to the case must have been scrubbed off…I should forget about it and move on right? I just can't!
The official story still listed it as kitchen staff
