Serena’s POV
I led Olivia into the attic study, my heart thumping steadily against my ribs. The room was warm and intimate, with rich mahogany bookshelves lining the walls and a large desk positioned beneath the dormer window. Sunset light filtered through, casting long shadows across the floor.
"Make yourself comfortable," I gestured to the plush leather chair by the desk. "I'll pull up the footage in just a moment."
Olivia glanced around the room with practiced nonchalance, but I caught the slight tremor in her perfectly manicured hands as she set her clutch on the desk. "It's been so long since that night," she said, her voice lilting with false nostalgia. "I can hardly believe you found footage after all this time."
I smiled tightly, inserting the USB drive into my laptop
