CALLIE'S POV
A few days after the phone recovery confirmation, Renan and I sat in his apartment organizing evidence files for Will Reid.
It felt strangely domestic…me curled up on his couch with my laptop, him at the dining table with stacks of financial records spread out, both of us working in comfortable silence.
This was what being together looked like. Not just the passionate moments, but this: quiet collaboration, shared purpose, choosing to spend our time side by side.
"These payment records are interesting," Renan said, flipping through bank statements. "Sabrina worked for June for years. Steady fifty-dollar weekly payments from 2000 all the way through early 2004."
I pulled up the spreadsheet Millie had shared with us…the one from her mother's locked filing cabinets. "Right.
