The only one left

Previously

…The raw fear in Jamie’s voice was unmistakable, a stark contrast to the calculated composure of Mr. Blackwood and the controlled resentment of Arthur Vance. Eleanor Vance’s grief, while genuine, still held a layer of something unrevealed. Each of them, in their own way, was a shadow, obscuring the light of truth. Miles felt the familiar weariness settle deeper into his bones, but beneath it, a spark of determination ignited. The puzzle was beginning to take shape, the pieces scattered, each holding a sliver of the story, each hinting at a darkness that lay hidden beneath the quiet surface of suburban life. The shadows were deepening, and Miles knew he had to chase them into the light.