The “accident.”
The empty funeral.
The silence.
It had all been a lie.
A necessary one.
I opened the classified folder.
Photos. Documents. Bank transfers. Government signatures. Names I recognized—even now. Powerful names.
People who were still untouchable.
And then I saw the final page.
A birth record.
Two names listed under “children.”
Selena Huitt… and Michael Morgan.
