MILLIE'S POVWill Reid's office was nothing like I expected.I'd imagined something sleek and modern, maybe intimidating. Instead, we were sitting in a converted brownstone in a quiet neighborhood, surrounded by filing cabinets, whiteboards covered in notes, and stacks of case files that looked like they might topple over at any moment."Organized chaos," Will said, catching my expression. He was younger than I'd expected…mid-thirties, with dark hair, sharp eyes, and the kind of face that probably made people underestimate him. "I know where everything is. That's what matters."Braham sat beside me, his presence steady and grounding. On the desk between us and Will were copies of everything we'd found…the letters, the financial records, my mother's final message to me.Will had been reading through them for the past twenty minutes in complete silence.Finally, he looked up."This is good," he said. "Really good. But you need to understand what we're up against here.""Twenty-one yea
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