Emma
The Manhattan Trust building loomed before me, its glass facade reflecting the morning sunlight. My stomach twisted into knots as I checked my watch for the third time in five minutes. Dominic was late.
"He'll be here," Mom squeezed my hand. She'd insisted on coming with me, refusing to let me face this moment alone.
"What if the box is empty?" I couldn't help voicing my fear. "What if Ben lied?"
"Then we keep fighting," Mom said simply. Her calm strength had carried us through so much already - losing our home, her illness, the years of struggle. Now she stood beside me, ready to face whatever truths lay buried in that safe deposit box.
My phone buzzed with a text from Noah: "Experimental hypothesis: Today brings 87.6% probability of positive outcomes. Sending optimal energy fre
