Chapter 6 - The Unwritten ChapterTwo years later.
I sat in the office of my new legal clinic in Providence. The room was bright, filled with books and the quiet hum of people working to help those who couldn't help themselves. My sister was graduating from college that afternoon, debt-free and full of plans.
The doorbell chimed. A courier entered, carrying a small, beautifully wrapped package.
I opened it to find a photograph of the Aurora Diamond, encased in a simple, elegant frame. Beside it was a note from Adrien: To the woman who showed me how to see.
I hung the picture on the wall—not as a symbol of greed or theft, but as a reminder of the night I held the truth in my bare palm.
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I had learned that some people believe they can build their futures on the ruins of others, but they forget that ruins have a way of revealing the foundations. Eleanor Price had tried to build a house of glass, but it had shattered the moment someone turned on the light.
I walked to the window and looked out over the city. My father was gone, but his name was clear. The Cole family had their closure. And I? I was exactly where I belonged: fighting for the truth, one case at a time. The necklace was just a stone, but the justice? That was the diamond that mattered.
