Megan folded her arms, as if silently saying exactly.
Priya continued, “Hawthorne Family Center still exists, but it changed names eleven months ago. It’s now registered as the Hawthorne Children’s Trust. The public-facing operation handles temporary guardianships, adoption counseling, and private family placements. But the old records are sealed.”
“Can we unseal them?”
“Not quickly. Not without cause.”
“I have cause.”
“You have suspicion. We need leverage.”
Rowan looked at the partial destination stamp on the paper. “My mother invited me to the house tonight. She said it’s time I learned why my father really died.”
Priya was silent for a beat. “That is leverage trying to dress itself as a trap.”
“So what do we do?”
“We let her think you’re coming alone.”
Megan’s head snapped up.
Rowan said nothing.
Priya’s voice remained calm. “You go with a recording device where legal. You do not threaten her. You do not accuse without evidence. You ask questions. Meanwhile, I’ll contact a judge I trust and request an emergency preservation order for Hawthorne’s records. If your mother admits any involvement, even indirectly, we may be able to move faster.”
