Noah and Kara reached an old storage unit on the edge of the city. The lock was rusted but still worked. Inside it was cold and smelled of old paper. They sat on the floor with their backs against the metal wall.Noah took out his phone. The photos of Victor’s notebook were clear. He stared at the words about his parents one more time. Daniel and Lena. Arranged accident. Payment cleared.The truth sat in his chest like a stone. He had wanted answers for so long. Now that he had them, they did not feel like winning. They only felt heavy.Kara watched him without speaking. After a while she said, “You don’t have to send them tonight if you’re not ready.”Noah shook his head. “If I wait, Victor files the police report. Then the story is that I’m a thief. I need the truth out first.”He opened a new message to Mrs. Elena. He attached the clearest photos and wrote only a few lines.These pages show who paid for the accident that killed my parents. The same people who took other children. K