Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 389

Wren stood at the bottom of the stairs, making no move to go up.

She kept her eyes locked on the album in Willow's arms, her voice deathly quiet.

"Give it to me."

Willow's fingertips grazed the dark red cover, stroking it like a prize she didn't own but had already claimed.

"Why are you so tense, Wren?" She glanced down at the album. "I just found it while sorting through some old things. It's been in the house for years, and no one ever said it belonged to you."

Wren didn't play her game.

"That's my mother's album."

Quentin stood in the living room with a grim expression, while Lydia was already in full panic mode, opening her mouth several times but too afraid to say the wrong thing.

Mr. Lawson stepped forward, his tone completely professional. "Ms. Whitaker, if that album contains Vivian Vance's personal effects and evidence relevant to this case, we will file for evidence preservation. I strongly advise against any unauthorized transfer, destruction, or concealment of the item."

Willow's smile faded slightly.

"Mr. Lawson, you're going to put a preservation order on a photo album?"

Wren looked up at her.

"If there's nothing in it, why are you too afraid to hand it over?"

At those words, the mask on Willow's face finally showed a tiny crack.

It was fleeting.

So brief that Lydia didn't even catch it.

Quentin spoke in a heavy voice. "Willow, bring the album down."

Willow looked at him. "Dad?"

"Bring it down."

His voice was laced with anger, but also with dread.

Standing on the stairs, Willow's grip on the book tightened. She didn't want to hand it over. She had found it that morning on the top shelf of the old walk-in closet. The binding was loose, and an old photo had slipped out.

The picture was incomplete.

But she recognized Vivian's handwriting.

And she saw a word she had been hearing a lot lately.

Outsourcing.

Before she could examine it closer, Wren had shown up.

Quentin had told her it was just a few old photos and to stop dwelling on it.

They hadn't thrown it away at all.

They had just hidden it where she couldn't find it.

Mr. Lawson immediately took photos to document the album's condition and the handover process.

Wren didn't open it inside the Whitaker house.

Willow watched her slide the album into an evidence bag, a flicker of resentment burning in her eyes.

"Are you really that terrified of someone seeing what Vivian left behind, Wren?"

Wren handed the bag to Mr. Lawson.

"I'm terrified that once you see it, you'll pretend it never existed."

With that, she turned and walked out.

The massive front doors of the estate clicked shut behind her.

Lydia's legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the sofa.

"Willow, what on earth is in that album?"