I force the revulsion down, locking it away. “Which means we can map his entire financial timeline directly against his trips with her. Right?”
Locke is already moving. Within twenty minutes, the chaotic table is restructured into an undeniable timeline. Dates, hotel stays, offshore transfers, and company incorporations align with terrifying, perfect precision.
“We have his entire framework,” I whisper, looking at the completed map. “We need to show this to Dad.”
Before I can reach for my phone, the office door swings open. My father appears in the doorway. And Willow is walking right behind him.
My hand freezes inches above my phone.
Willow looks noticeably different than she did the last time I saw her. She’s still dressed in soft, flowing fabrics, her dark hair resting loosely over
