“You’ve made a mistake,” Maya declared, confronting Caden with a firmness that silenced the mocking snickers around her. Ignoring his dismissive shrug, she stepped outside, her mind racing. She knew someone who could rectify this injustice.

Inside, an older employee overheard the murmured discussions about Bobby. The name Keene resonated with him, and he glanced up at the bank’s plaque honoring past community leaders, one of whom was Bobby himself. Alarmed and perplexed, the employee made a discreet call: “It’s Bishop Coyne. Summit Ridge. He’s here.”