The snowstorm outside intensified as Claire sat at the dining table, her eyes scanning the stack of documents John had brought over. Each page felt like a piece of a massive, incomplete puzzle. She wasn’t just fighting for her home anymore; she was fighting for answers, for the truth about her father, and for her own sense of justice.
John sat across from her, his brow furrowed as he sifted through his own pile of papers. The air between them was still tense, their trust fragile and unspoken. But for the first time in weeks, they were working together—not as adversaries, but as reluctant allies.
“I found something,” John said suddenly, breaking the silence. He held up a document, his finger tapping a line near the bottom. “This signature—it’s Robert’s.”
Claire leaned forward, her eyes n
