Inside, voices clashed. Ethan’s sharp with anger; Claire’s trembling and tearful.
Emma stepped closer. Through the window, she saw Ethan pacing, phone in hand, while Claire sat pale and shaking.
“I told you not to touch it!” Ethan shouted. “You’ve ruined everything!”
“I didn’t know!” Claire cried. “I just wanted her to see the truth!”
Ethan turned then—and froze when he saw Emma standing outside.
Emma pushed the door open. The air inside smelled of smoke and spilled whiskey. On the coffee table lay a thick folder, edges soaked with rain.
“She deserves to know,” Claire said quietly.
