And with that, she walked away.

Georgia didn’t move.

Neither did Noah.

They just exchanged a look filled with the same question.

What the hell had Scarlett Stanton been hiding?

Sixth Part: The Price of Remembrance

Mrs. Langley’s words lingered in Georgia’s mind like a slow-acting poison.

"Some stories are better left buried."

But Georgia couldn’t let it go. Not now.

Back at the house, she tore through the attic with desperate intensity. She knew Scarlett had left something else. A clue. A truth waiting to be discovered.

Noah appeared at the doorway, watching her silently before speaking.

—What are you looking for?

—I don’t know. —Georgia shoved a box aside too forcefully, sending up a cloud of dust—. But it has to be here.

Noah studied her for a moment before crouching down to help.

—If Scarlett wanted to hide it, it won’t be in plain sight.

And then she saw it.

A false compartment at the bottom of an old trunk.