THE door clicked shut behind her with a soft finality.

Amelia leaned against it for a brief second, exhaling slowly, as though sealing the night outside. The quiet of her suite wrapped around her again, familiar, controlled and safe.

Her phone was already pressed to her ear.

“Yeah,” she said, kicking off her heels as she walked further inside. “I went through that today.”

Ryan’s voice came through calm and measured.

“And?”

She crossed the room toward the closet, unfastening her earrings and placing them neatly on the dresser.

“It aligns with what we suspected. The timelines match. Transfers too.”

A pause on the other end.

“So he is still...