“Rachel,” he said weakly. “There’s something else.”
I knelt beside him.
“It wasn’t Ethan who gave me the evidence,” he whispered. “Not directly.”
Mara turned. “Then who?”
Arthur swallowed. “His brother. Mark.”
My heart stopped. Mark had vanished years before Ethan died.
“He went into hiding,” Arthur said. “But he wouldn’t let the truth die.”
Before I could respond, alarms blared.
“They found us,” Mara said.
We ran down emergency stairs — and burst into an alley where a black sedan waited.
The window rolled down.
A man leaned out. Familiar eyes.
“Rachel,” he said urgently. “Get in.”
It was Mark.
Arthur exhaled in relief. “You made it.”
Mark looked at me. “I’m here to finish what my brother started.”
As the car sped away, I realized my life had shifted forever.
This wasn’t just about survival anymore.
It was about truth.
