Fletcher had correspondence, legal declarations, and entity filings in her name. The cardiac event had been classified as natural. Fletcher had engaged a private medical investigator who confirmed that. Marcus listened without speaking. When Fletcher finished, Marcus looked at Catherine’s photograph on the desk and felt something cold enter his chest.
He looked at Titan, still sleeping the deep sleep of an animal finally free of the frequency that had tortured him for years. Wren had said, “His panic always spiked near her photographs.” He was legitimately grieving her. Of everything in this house, the dog’s grief had been the most genuine.