James sat in the car, hands trembling as he gripped the documents.
Taking a deep breath, he tore them open—five years of buried truth hit him like a punch.
Sophie had bribed the coroner to fake his mom's autopsy report. Her miscarriage? Not because his mom beat her, but because his mom had fought back before dying.
Traffic cam footage had pieced together the real story: his mom's final moments, clear as day.
And the person who killed her? Had been right under his nose this whole time.
James's fists clenched so hard they nearly cracked his knuckles.
As the car slowed around a corner, a blur zipped past the window—something slammed against the car.
James snatched it up instinctively. Didn't even think to chase after the figure. He ripped the package open on the spot.
