Sara’s POV
The next morning, I couldn’t get Gerald Thompson out of my mind. His name had been there all along, hidden in plain sight, and yet none of us had thought to dig deeper into his connection to Richard or my parents. I quickly dressed, ready to share what I’d found with Zack and Margaret.
As I made my way to the kitchen, the weight of everything pressed heavily on my shoulders. Every step felt like I was inching closer to something dangerous, yet I couldn’t turn back. Gerald could be the one person who had the answers I needed, but I had no idea what I would find once I opened that door.
Zack was already sitting at the table, staring at the papers we had gathered. His eyes flicked up as I entered, and he could tell right away that something was different.
“What is it?” he asked
