"She sent it to Emory."
"She was very ill by then. She knew she didn't have much time. She sent everything to the person she thought could do the most with it."
"Emory had her documentation," I said slowly. "The evidence he brought to Patricia's office. Some of it was from Carol."
"Yes."
I sat with that for a long moment.
Carol Morrison, who had taken me in with no obligation and raised me to twenty-four and told me to find a nice Beta to settle down with and sided with Flynn at the worst moment of my life — who had known, all along, exactly who I was and why I'd landed on her doorstep, and who had been afraid for years, and who had spent her last weeks dying and writing down everything she knew and sending it to my father so he could use it against the man who had used her to keep me
