Two days later Warren called back while Lianna was sitting in Corbin’s office, reviewing the recovered files with her own eyes.

“Corbin, we located Nathan’s original hand-signed safety incident report.”

Lianna’s head came up, her eyes wide.

“He explicitly requested a work stoppage,” Warren continued, “until safe replacement cranes could be brought to the port.

And he noted, in writing, in his own hand, that he was deeply concerned for the safety of the younger crew members on his shift.”

Lianna put her face in her hands, and wept.

Because for four years — four years of grief, and poverty, and raising Nathan’s son alone — she had been forced to live alongside the official company account, the one that said Nathan Prescott had been careless, had ignored standard protocols, had caused his own accident.