Junia stood in the kitchen pouring coffee as though nothing in the world had happened.

He walked past her, pulled open the bottom nightstand drawer, and dug through the old papers.

Under a stack of utility receipts he found Marlowe’s sealed envelope — the original ultrasound image, the clinic appointment slips, the cropped photo.

Set beside the full photograph Everett had given him, the tampering was plain and deliberate and undeniable.

“What do you think you’re doing in my private drawers?” Junia said from the doorway.

“Digging up the life you destroyed,” he answered, shaking.