Abby was pretty sure she was going cross-eyed.
Her vision blurred as she scanned Lucas’s handwritten notes for what had to be the seventh time. The words were starting to bleed together, margins crowded with arrows and half-legible thoughts, theories stacked on top of theories. After breakfast, once everyone else had finally cleared out, she’d retreated to the extra room and claimed Lucas’s desk, spreading out everything Norah had brought her.
Norah had been thorough. Painfully so. She’d even gone through Lucas’s desk drawers, pulling preliminary forensic reports Abby hadn’t known existed. Abby appreciated it more than she could say, even as a familiar knot of guilt twisted in her stomach. Every paper felt borrowed. Every insight came with a cost.
She pushed back from the desk and stret
