ELIAS'S POV

The lawyer's office was in a tall building downtown. Glass and steel. Expensive looking. The kind of place that made me nervous just walking through the doors.

Ronan carried the folder of documents he'd spent all night compiling. I carried my anxiety like a weight in my chest.

We took the elevator to the twelfth floor. Found the right suite. The reception area was quiet. Professional. A woman at the desk looked up when we entered.

"Mr. Ronan? Mr. Arden? Mr. Hayes is ready for ...