Finding a photograph
She found an old photograph of Alex’s father, Jacob, which only made Alex more determined. “Here he is,” she said, handing the picture to Alex.
His eyes widened, snatching it from her hand. He examined the photo intently, every second deepening his resolve. “This is him,”
he murmured to himself. The lawyer leaned over, peering at the photograph. “This could be crucial,” he noted. Alex nodded, his focus unwavering.
The atmosphere grew increasingly tense.