The folder felt heavier than it should have and Charles stood in front of me while the celebration continued behind us, and although laughter still carried from the clubhouse, the moment between us felt strangely separate from everything happening around us.
Jace stood beside me, watching my father carefully.
“What is inside?” I asked as Charles looked down at the folder.
“Something that belongs to you.” Charles said and I frowned.
“You said there was something connected to Michael Reeves.” I said.
“I thought there was.” He said.
He opened the folder and pulled out several documents.
I recognized the official formatting immediately.
“Those are property documents.” I said and Charles nodded.
I took them from him and the first page contained a legal description of a parcel of land.
