The box held a stack of photographs, yellowed with age, and beneath them a leather-bound notebook filled with William's careful, deliberate handwriting, dates marching down each page like a ledger of suspicion he'd never shown to anyone."He's been documenting this for years," Ethan said, flipping through the notebook slowly, his voice hushed with something between awe and dread. "Not weeks, Olivia. Years."I sat down beside Noah on the floor, pulling him into my lap despite his protests that he was too old for that now, needing the weight of him against me while we looked through whatever secret his small hands had just uncovered. "What does it say?"Ethan read aloud, his voice low. "March. Suspicious transfer noticed, Chelsea account. Discussed with G.W., no clear explanation given." He flipped forward several pages. "June. Second irregularity, same holding company. Spoke with V.P. regarding M.R.'s financial questions. Concerning pattern emerging.""G.W.," I said slowly. "Grant Whit
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