Chapter 82

SARAH'S POV

As I made my way home, the weight of the file in my hand felt like a lifeline, a slender thread of hope amid the darkness of uncertainty.

With each step, I felt the heaviness of the day easing, replaced by the anticipation of what awaited me at home.

The door creaked as I pushed it open, the familiar sound of the floorboards greeting me with their well-worn groans. Inside, the stillness of the house contrasted sharply with the turmoil churning within me, like two separate worlds colliding in the space I called home.

I took a seat at the kitchen table, the file in front of me seemed to weigh a ton. With both anticipation and nervousness, I carefully lifted the cover. The contents revealed a trove of evidence – documents meticulously outlining my uncle's fraudulent activities, a trail of incriminating emails, and handwritten notes chronicling his deceit.

These were more than just pieces of paper; they held the key to reclaiming my late father's company, built with hi