Ava’s POV

The room felt alive with renewed energy as Orion’s pen scrawled furiously across the page. His excitement was contagious, igniting a glimmer of hope where despair had settled only moments before.

“What is it?” I pressed, stepping closer to peer over his shoulder.

He turned to face us, his grin wide but his voice steady, “I’ve been racking my brain about that night, about every detail. The shirt I wore is the key.”

Rose tilted her head. “The shirt? How does that help?”

Orion nodded, pacing now as his mind raced. “Yes. Think about it. The video that Chloe used to frame me shows a man wearing a...