Sara’s POV
The next few days passed in a blur of restless nights and endless questions. I barely slept, my mind too busy trying to piece together the fragments of my past. I dug through old documents, letters, anything that might give me a clue. But nothing made sense.
I couldn’t stop thinking about Jude. His silence, his refusal to give me answers—it gnawed at me. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that everything I knew about my parents’ death came from him. Every detail, every painful memory, had been shaped by his version of events. But now, that version felt hollow.
What if Jude had manipulated me all along? What if he had something to gain from keeping me in the dark?
The thought hit me like a punch to the gut. My parents had left behind a lot—money, property, every
