Page 116 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

That simple touch grounded me. Reminded me of what I did have.

And of what I was fighting for.

By the time we got back to town, I felt steadier. More sure of myself than I had in days.

The documents we found changed everything.

For weeks, I’d been standing in the middle of a fight I barely understood, swinging blindly against Hank Lawson’s threats and manipulations.

But now?

I had proof. Real proof that Page Turners wasn’t his to take.

That my uncle hadn't left his affairs unsettled—at least not when it came to the ownership of the bookstore.

And that someone—Hank—had tampered with the records to serve his own agenda.

But that wasn’t all.

Hank’s vendetta wasn’t just about the bookstore. It never had been.

This had started decades ago, when his father sabotaged a deal between George Bennett and Walter Grady, trying to ruin them both in the process.

Now, Hank was just trying to finish what his family had started. But I wasn’t going to let him.

Not anymore.

With the documents tucked safely in my bag, I pulled out my phone and dialed the number my uncle had written in his address book.

Thomas Holloway. The lawyer I’d spoken tofartoo many times.

The call rang twice before a measured voice answered. “Holloway speaking.”

I took a deep breath. “Thomas, it’s Aurora. I need to speak with you. I found some documents that I think you should see.”

A pause. “What kind of documents?”

“The kind that prove Hank Lawson has been lying.”

“Come by my office this afternoon. I'll clear my schedule.”

I exhaled. “Thank you.”

When I hung up, my heart was still hammering, but it wasn’t from fear.

It was from something else.

Determination.

Hank Lawson had spent years trying to rewrite history. Trying to destroy what was left of my uncle’s legacy, trying to make himself the most powerful man in Medford.

But he was about to learn something very important.

I wasn’t going down without a fight.

Thomas shifted through the documents, his brow furrowed as he read in silence, all while my heart hammered loudly against my rib cage.

I was starting to fear that it was trying to break free from my body completely.

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