Hannah's POV

　　I barely heard the click of my heels as I walked down the marble hallway of the firm's upper floor. Everything was muffled—like I was submerged underwater. Every step echoed with the curator's testimony and Ezra's quiet accusation: You were the only one I shared those ideas with, Hannah.

　　The reception area of the firm felt colder than usual. Sharon, the senior partner's assistant, gave me a tight, apologetic smile as she rose from behind her ...