~LAYLA~
I spread everything out on my bed: hospital receipts, medical records, financial documents, and several handwritten notes. My mother had been thorough in her evidence gathering.
For hours, I went through every single document, struggling to believe what I was seeing. The first thing I found was a receipt from a private medical lab, dated just two months ago. Hair and blood analysis showing elevated levels of arsenic and other heavy metals.
Then the financial records. Payments to various doctors, all with the same notation: "Consultation - keep quiet." Bribes. My father had been bribing doctors to misdiagnose my mother's condition.
But the worst was a police report from twenty-two years ago about a car accident involving Sarah and Michael Stuart. Clipped to it was a handwritten note: "Investigation closed early, payment received."
