The morning sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the scattered documents that littered Claire's dining table. The previous night's revelations had left her restless, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions. Every line of text, every signature in the evidence Margaret had provided, carried the weight of her father's choices and Robert's manipulations.
John arrived early, a determined expression on his face. He carried a laptop and a portable scanner, ready to digitize the evidence. The tension between them had softened slightly, but the unspoken fragility of their alliance still lingered.
"We need to secure these documents," he said, setting up his equipment. "If Robert gets wind of what we have, he'll stop at nothing to destroy it."
Claire nodded, her resolv
