Logan's POV

The folder was still on my work table when I entered my study room.

I had left it there on purpose. Some part of me needed to see it in the morning light, I needed to make sure it was still real and not something my mind had built out of rage and a bad night.

It was real.

I took my already made coffee, leaned against the counter, and opened it again.

I hope no one had seen it, at least.

The photographs, timestamps, transfers, receipts. Jana's signature woven through all of it ...