Jerica took the phone, her skepticism giving way to a slow burn of concern as she scrolled through the document. There it was—numbers, dates, transactions—outlined with meticulous precision.
If this was real, if these documents were legitimate, then Aria was right. Something deeply wrong was festering within the foundation.
"Have you sent this to me?" Jerica asked, her voice composed, though her mind was racing.
"To your email listed in the foundation's records," Aria nodded eagerly, her eyes wide with hope. It was as though she could already sense Jerica shifting from disbelief to tentative trust.
