Chapter 5 - The Woman Before the Gown

"Celeste would've been a teenager," Nora said. "Why would her name be on an archive tape?"

"Because rich kids get into locked rooms with the right last name," Lena replied.

They brought the tape to Lena's office above a closed print shop. Her technician, Marco, had equipment old enough to understand the damaged format. While he worked, Adrian spread documents across a table: the original trust, the new injunction, and a handwritten inventory from Eleanor Ashcroft's final year.

"Eleanor set up a foundation for scholarship students," he explained. "Your mother was the records custodian. Your father maintained the estate. When Eleanor died, the trustees were supposed to hand control to a protector when that person turned twenty-one."

"Me," Nora said.

"Yes. But the clause naming you vanished from the public copy."

"Why would Eleanor choose a baby?"

Adrian hesitated. "We still don't know."

Marco called from the next room. On his monitor, the recording flickered into view. A young blonde in a school blazer stood outside the archive with a man in a dark coat. The clock in the corner read 11:43 p.m.

The man's face stayed turned away. He handed the girl an envelope. She slid it under the archive door, then walked briskly toward the stairs.

Seconds later, smoke pushed through the doorway.

"She was there," Nora whispered.

The blonde turned toward the camera. Teenage Celeste was unmistakable. Her expression wasn't arrogant now. It was terrified.

"That doesn't prove she started it," Adrian said, studying the screen.

The image jumped. Another person appeared at the far end of the corridor: Daniel Vale, Nora's father, running toward the fire. He tried the door, pulled his jacket over his face, and disappeared into the smoke.

"He went in to save someone," Nora said. Her voice broke on the last word.

Marco cleaned up the final seconds. Daniel stumbled back out carrying a little boy, barely conscious. The boy's face was hidden against his shoulder, but a silver medical bracelet flashed on his wrist.

Adrian leaned toward the screen. His breathing changed.

"I know that bracelet," he said.

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He unbuttoned his cuff. An old burn scar curved around his wrist, just above an identical silver bracelet he still wore.

"The boy," he said, "was me."