The meeting took place two days later.
No conference room.
No headquarters.
No lawyers.
No investors.
No reporters.
Just a rented office above an old warehouse district on the edge of the city.
The room was small.
One table.
Six chairs.
A window overlooking freight tracks that had not been used in years.
Elena arrived first with Alexander.
Neither spoke much during the drive.
There wasn't much left to say.
Months of searching.
Months of questions.
Months of discoveries.
Everything had led here.
Alexander checked his watch.
"They're early."
Elena looked toward the door.
The claimant family had already arrived.
Three people.
A woman in her sixties.
A man around Elena's age.
And another woman slightly younger.
No security.
No legal team.
No representatives.
Just family.
Which somehow made everything feel more serious.
The older woman stood as Elena entered.
For a moment neither side spoke.
Then the woman offered her hand.
