Abigail
"Who is this Owen Smith?" Benjamin inquired.
I slipped off to my room, then came back with my phone to show pictures of the documents I had taken.
"He worked with my parents. Dad had messaged him that he was quitting. If we can find him, then he's our best lead."
Benjamin nodded. "Send that picture to me. I'll reach out through official channels on my end."
After a few more questions, Benjamin left, but the uneasiness in my chest only grew worse. Gina Wolfe had a hand in what happened to my parents.
Did that mean she knew who I was and had also been trying to get rid of me? The evidence didn't exactly prove that Devin killed my parents, but it showed that he could have.
Dinner that evening was quite nice. It felt like a breather from all the ruckus that had happened so far. Finnegan kept treating me like I was made of glass and practically fed me like a little toddler.
