Don't Give Up

I was rattled over my handwriting discovery. Still, I kept the revelation to myself. I needed to check it thoroughly. After all, both brothers might have had similar handwriting, and I was not a graphologist, but it was a clue. Even if Christopher forged his brother's signature, it wouldn't put him on Julienne's murder suspect list, but it would mean that he must have been involved in… something.

I inwardly groaned at hearing my own thoughts. Someone put a death sentence on me, I had just spent three hours uselessly staring at the criminals, but it did nothing to lessen my excitement over finding out that Christopher might have been engaged in a series of Hart Global's failed projects.

Yup, it felt even more pathetic when I put my thoughts in order. I took a shower, trying to wash away the lingering restlessness. It helped for about ten seconds before another wave of anxiety flooded me with cold sweat. I didn't want to be alone. I couldn't stand spending another moment without Aiden.