She opened the flap and scanned the front page. Her eyebrows lifted. The document bore the embossed seal of Winton Industries Legal Office, printed across the top in crisp navy lettering. At the bottom was an electronic signature belonging to someone important.
“This is not garbage,” Brenna murmured.
Mitchell looked genuinely surprised. “Is it serious?”
“I think it might be very serious,” Brenna replied. She glanced at Jace. “Where did you find this?”
“Behind the building,” he said. “Near the dumpsters. A bag was torn. I saw the logo. My mom used to say if something has someone else’s name on it, you should try to give it back.”
Brenna’s heart tightened at the honesty in his words. She pressed a phone button on her desk.
“Mr. Winton’s office? There is something he needs to see. Immediately.”
Before arriving in the lobby, Jace had already lived a lifetime’s worth of struggle.