Scarlett’s POV
The video wouldn’t stop playing in my head.
Eliran. Alive. My father by her side.
Eleven months ago.
And now, this.
Charles.
I hadn’t said his name out loud in months. Maybe I couldn’t. Maybe it still hurt too much.
He was more than a mentor. More than a family friend. He was the only man who ever truly believed in me when I didn’t even believe in myself.
And now, something didn’t feel right about how he died.
I sat cross-legged on the rug in my room, the floor scattered with old papers, digital copies of Charles’s medical reports, estate documents, even his will.
I’d kept everything after his passing, locked away in a metal box like some sad time capsule I couldn’t throw away.
But now I was combing through every word, every signature.
That’s when I saw it.
A pe
