Later that morning, Hana sat in the garden with Mi-Ra. The letter still pressed against her chest like armor.
"She knew," Hana whispered. "Even before everything happened, she knew I'd be in danger."
Mi-Ra sipped her tea. "Your mother wasn't just a friend to my mom. She was family. And she saw what others couldn't."
Mi-Ho appeared with a tablet in hand. "Hana," he said, his expression unreadable. "You need to see this."
She leaned forward as he played a news clip—one of the men after her father's fortune had just been arrested for embezzlement. Her heart pounded.
"That's... one of them," she muttered.
Mi-Ho's jaw tightened. "He's not the last. But it's starting. The truth is coming out."
For the first time in a long time, Hana felt it—hope flickering inside her, steady and brave.