The police investigation took weeks. I told them everything I knew. About Marcus. About the murder. About the paper trail. About Eleanor and the fire.
I didn't have proof. But I had my story. And I had Henry.
He corroborated everything. He provided what he could. The files that had survived. The witness testimony. His own account of what he'd found.
It wasn't enough for a conviction. But it was enough for an investigation.
Marcus was arrested. He was charged with conspiracy to commit murder. The trial was set for the spring.
The family was destroyed. Vivian left. Eleanor disappeared. The foundation collapsed.
And I was left with nothing.
No money. No family. No place to live.
But I had something else. Something I'd never had before.
I had the truth.
And I had myself.
