“Please, Mark. We owe it to her to find out the truth,” I implored, my gaze steady and unwavering.

The room seemed to close in around us, the weight of potential discovery hanging heavy. We were no longer just a mother and son. We were allies in a quest for justice.

Mark hesitated, his internal conflict evident. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Okay, but we need evidence,” he conceded. “We have to be sure.”