The air in the cabin felt heavier after the revelations Scarlett and Nathan had dug up the previous night.
Scarlett balanced by the window, scanning the forest as its almost morning. Nathan, seated at the cabin's shaky table, meticulously searched through the documents that tied his father to Grayson. Every page was a dagger, carving deeper into the identity he thought he knew.
"This can't just be about power," Nathan said, his voice hushed but filled with frustration.
"My father... he's always been ruthless, but aligning himself with Grayson? It doesn't add up." He said as confusion is evident on his face.
Scarlett turned to him; her eyes dull.
"Maybe he sees it as survival. Or maybe it's about keeping something buried. Either way, we can't let it stop us." She said placing a hand on his shoulder.
...…..
Lang burst into the room, his face pale and lined with tension.
"We've got a problem," he said without preamble.
