I couldn't breathe. The weight of everything that had happened—everything that I had discovered—was suffocating. Every step I took felt like I was walking further down a path from which there was no return. But I had no choice. The walls were closing in, and the only way out was forward. My mother's life, my inheritance, my family—it all hinged on the choices I made now.
I stared at the letter in my hand—the one my half-sister had sent me, outlining her plan. At first, I had been hesitant, unwilling to trust her. After all, she was part of the same family that had helped ruin my mother's life. But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this was the only option. I couldn't fight the Blackwoods on my own, not without solid proof that they were guilty. And my half-sister, despite her questionable motives, had offered me the chance to gather it.
