LAYLA’S POV
Gears is already at the workbench when I push through the garage door, and the look on his face tells me he hasn’t slept since my text.
“Tell me everything,” he says.
So I do. Not in fragments. Not the way I’ve been feeding him pieces over weeks – a financial document here, a question there. All of it. From the beginning.
The wolfsbane in my coffee. My father’s poisoning through the private nurse. The financial rerouting through shell companies to Black Viper. The love letters between Garrett and Megan predating my wedding. Phase 1. The custody timeline. Brandon’s bracelet from Victor and Sandra. Megan’s fabricated bylaw. Vanessa’s clinic surveillance. Thea’s findings. Every voice memo. Every photograph. Every piece I’ve been carrying in my head for weeks because I didn’t t
