Aurelia's POV
The morning light spilled through the windshield as I drove toward the Silvercrest Pack House. My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, but I didn't care. I'd spent five years caring too much about everything - about Julian's approval, about Natalie's torments, about keeping peace for Violet's sake.
Now I only cared about justice.
The manila envelope on the passenger seat contained everything I needed: Violet's death certificate with its damning timeline, medical records proving the kidney transplant diversion, and the paternity test that would be the final nail in Natalie's coffin of lies.
"I'm coming, baby girl," I whispered, imagining Violet's sweet face. "Mommy's going to make it right."
My phone buzzed with an incoming call from Tristan. I answered through the car's Bluetooth.
"Are you sure about this?" His deep voice filled the car.
"Don't try to talk me out of it again," I said, keeping my eyes on the road.
