This time, I did not argue. My body was shaking. Julian’s monitor wavered, then steadied.
“I need her here,” I whispered.
Adrian looked up. “Serena?”
“Yes.”
Marianne shook her head. “That is dangerous.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But this entire case turns on what she knows. Victor is moving through legal channels now. He has a plan for Julian. If Serena has any part of the missing records, the locket, the notes, we need her.”
“And if she is loyal to Victor?” Adrian asked.
I thought of Serena at the memorial, her shoulders shaking beneath the veil. I thought of the way she pulled back from Clara’s touch. I thought of Victor rewriting my son’s name as if the living could not object.
“Then we learn that too.”
Clara squeezed my hand.
“You sound like Sofia,” she said.
That hurt and healed me at once.
Marianne spent the next hour creating a plan that involved no dramatic confrontations, no reckless phone calls, and no trust in luck. She contacted a federal investigator she had worked with before, a woman named Agent Priya Nair, who specialized in financial crimes tied to insurance fraud and estate manipulation. Adrian’s company submitted its evidence through formal channels: the increased policy, the suspicious signatures, Victor’s accelerated claim, the probate petition, and the irregular medical records from Dr. Bell’s office.
