Daniel sat across from me with the ledger open.

“We can provide this to the appropriate authorities, and ask them to examine the records.

But even if investigators agree something unlawful occurred, proving the roles of specific people after eighteen years will be difficult.”

I nodded.

The old version of me would have demanded certainty by Friday.

The new version had to accept that I might spend years learning what had happened and still never know every detail.

That night I stood by Wyatt’s childhood bedroom.