Michael stood in the study, the glow of the desk lamp casting sharp shadows on his face. The folder in front of him held the culmination of weeks of tireless effort, frustration, and hope. Each page was a piece of Vanessa's tangled web, painstakingly unraveled. The evidence we had gathered felt solid, like the final pieces of a puzzle snapping into place.
I entered the room, my bare feet soft against the polished wood floor. I wore a loose sweater, my growing belly a quiet reminder of everything we were fighting for. My face was calm but resolute, the storm of the last few weeks having forged me into something stronger.
"Is this it?" i asked, nodding toward the folder.
Michael looked up, his expression softening when he saw me. "This is it. We have enough to go public, Bella. This is the moment we've been waiting for."
