“They are freezing,” I said, my voice trembling as I wrapped my arms tighter around Grace.

“The main house is secure now,” Marcus said, standing up. “Detective Pierce has the transport vehicles waiting at the secondary drive.”

We began the slow walk back through the snow, the girls huddled close to me, their shivering starting to subside as the adrenaline faded.

Inside the warmth of the estate’s library, Dr. Amelia Hart was waiting with thick wool blankets and warm drinks.

She immediately began checking the girls’ vitals, her hands gentle and professional.

“They are going to be fine, Elena,” Dr. Hart whispered to me, wrapping a blanket around my shoulders. “Just mild shock and exposure. You got them out in time.”

I sat on the edge of the leather sofa, my laptop open on the coffee table beside me.

On the screen was the encrypted drive containing the final forensic reports I had spent months compiling.

These were the documents that proved Vanessa had systematically drained Caldwell Systems to fund her private accounts.

More importantly, they contained the toxicological reports from Claire’s secondary autopsy.