Clara’s eyes filled with tears.
“Was that a thre/@t?”
Priya did not answer directly.
“We need to examine the medical and insurance records surrounding Daniel’s final illness.”
I felt the room narrow around me.
Daniel had become ill quickly.
The doctors believed it was an aggressive condition that had gone undetected.
There was no reason for me to question them.
No reason—until now.
“Are you saying Victor caused it?”
“We have no evidence of that,” Priya said carefully. “And we should not create conclusions before examining facts.”
I held Daniel’s letter tighter.
For a moment, grief threatened to pull me backward through seven years.
Then a phone rang inside the room.
It was not Priya’s.
Not Samuel’s.
Not mine.
The sound came from the steel cabinet.
Luis removed a small prepaid phone from behind one of the ledgers.
The screen displayed an incoming call.
