The folder sat open in front of me, its contents scattered like the broken bones of a secret. My hands shook as I smoothed one of the records flat, staring at the faded ink that had nearly been erased from existence. The truth was already out, I had carried twins. My mother had hidden the originals to protect me and Vivienne had killed her for it.
My throat ached. “How do we even use this?” I asked, my voice brittle. “We can’t just wave it in her face and expect her to let Nova go.”
Desmond leaned forward, his shadow stretching across the table. “It’s not about waving it. It’s about what it means. These aren’t just medical papers, they’re proof that Catherine tampered with the files and it’s fraud. If the originals are authenticated, it doesn’t just prove there were twins. It destroys th
