“That depends on you.”
“It took years. Cross-referencing, tracking origins, working through private channels. But eventually… I found a match.”
My pulse spiked.
“And you’re sure?”
“I wouldn’t be sitting here if I weren’t.”
My hands trembled slightly.
“What do we do?”
Desiree didn’t hesitate.
“With your permission… I call them.”
The room suddenly felt smaller.
“What do we do?”
That was it. Everything shifted in one moment.
I took a breath.
“Do it.”
She nodded and reached for the phone.
The call was short. Calm. Direct.
When she hung up, she looked at me.
“They want to meet you,” she said.
“When?”
