Two hours later, Vincent stepped inside the grand glass boardroom of his family's corporate office.
His uncle Richard sat at the head of the long polished wooden table with three high-priced lawyers.
Richard: Vincent, what is the meaning of this sudden emergency meeting?
Richard: You are disrupting our annual board vote on the new real estate settlement.
Vincent walked slowly to the table and placed the yellowed diary flat on the wooden surface.
Vincent: This meeting is to announce your immediate removal as vice chairman of this firm.
Richard laughed loudly, but his laughter faded when two state police investigators stepped into the room.
Vincent: Arthur is in police custody right now, Uncle Richard.
Vincent: He told the detectives everything about the clinic fire thirty years ago today.
Richard's face lost all of its color as he stared at the dusty notebook on the table.
Richard: That notebook is fake, you cannot prove a single thing against me!
David: We have the original bank signatures and the land deeds certified by the state today.
The police officers walked around the long table and placed Richard under immediate arrest.
The board members sat in complete silence as the former executive was led away in handcuffs.
Vincent turned and looked out the massive glass windows overlooking the bright city below.
The dark storm of lies that had ruled his entire life had finally cleared away completely.
The next afternoon, Vincent and Clara walked together up a green grassy hill near the blue ocean.
They stopped in front of a white stone marker carved with his mother's real name, Evelyn Vance.
Vincent laid a beautiful bouquet of fresh white roses gently onto the quiet grass.
Vincent: I found your key, Mom.
Vincent: The truth is finally out, and our family is safe forever now.
Clara held Vincent's hand gently as the warm ocean breeze swept softly over the bright green hill.