[Jake's POV]
We left Halcyon House with evidence, a stopped medical attestation, and twenty-two hours before Van der Meer opened its doors.
It did not feel like winning.
Winning had weight. Shape. A moment where the room shifted and everyone knew the board had changed. This felt thinner than that. We had stopped one pen, cracked one room, caught one doctor too proud to stay silent, and still Sofia was somewhere else, moved before we could reach her, leaving messages in cloth and knots like a queen forced to write orders from inside a cage.
