Penelope POV
"You'll find out soon enough. For now, just know you're not alone in this fight."
The messages stop. The number goes dead when I try to call it.
"Coach is going to help," I tell my parents. "He's reviewing the video now."
"Good." Dad sits back down. He looks less defeated now. "What else can we do?"
"We prepare." I stand up as energy courses through me. "We gather every piece of evidence we have. Financial records, witness statements. Anything that proves Marcus framed us."
"I have boxes of documents." Mom heads toward the basement stairs. "I've been collecting them for years. Just in case."
"I'll help." Dad follows her. "Penelope, you should rest. You've had a long day."
"I can't rest." I'm already pulling out my laptop. "I need to research pack law. Find precedents.
