Se connecterOphelia's POVI couldn't stop thinking about the access record.Ask who had access before you did.The message had been deliberately vague. But the document wasn't. Someone had accessed the Hartwell file three weeks ago. Before I even knew it existed.I spent most of the morning trying to determine who had authorization to enter the old archives. The list wasn't long.Senior administrators.Executive staff.A few former employees.And one name that made me pause. I read it twice.Adrian Vale.My stomach tightened.He had been involved with the Hartwell project years ago. But according to the records, his access had never been officially revoked. That meant someone could potentially still be using credentials connected to him. I copied the information into my notebook. Then I heard footsteps. I closed the file. Diego stood in the doorway."You're becoming very good at hiding documents whenever I appear."I smiled."Maybe you're becoming very good at appearing at the wrong time."He lau
Ophelia's POVThe first thing I did after leaving the Foundation the following evening was stop by my new apartment. I still couldn't believe it was mine. The keys felt strangely heavy in my palm as I unlocked the door.I stepped inside. The place was quiet. Empty. But for the first time in months, the silence didn't feel lonely. It felt like freedom.I walked from room to room, imagining where everything would go. My clothes in the bedroom. Books near the window. A small table beside the balcony where I could sit in the evenings.I smiled.I was finally moving forward.---My phone rang.Diego.I hesitated before answering."Hello?""Did you get home safely?"I looked around the apartment."Actually, I'm here.""Already?""Yes.""How does it feel?"I smiled."Strange.""Bad strange?""No."I looked toward the windows."Good strange."He laughed softly."Have you eaten?"I glanced at the time."No.""Why am I not surprised?"I laughed."You sound like my doctor.""Then your doctor must
Ophelia's POVThe next morning, I woke up feeling different. Maybe it was because I finally had something to look forward to. The apartment. For the first time in months, I had a place I could actually imagine calling home.I reached for my phone and found a message from the agent confirming that the apartment was still available.I smiled. One step at a time. I got ready for work and headed downstairs. As I walked through the hotel lobby, I caught sight of myself in the mirror.My hand instinctively rested over my stomach. The pregnancy was beginning to show. Not enough for strangers to notice immediately, but enough for me to see the difference. I smiled faintly."You're growing," I whispered.Then I headed outside and took a taxi to the Foundation.---When I arrived, Diego was already in his office. A few minutes later, his secretary called me in."You wanted to see me?"He looked up from his desk."Yes."He handed me a folder."The apartment documents."I took them."The agent se
Ophelia's POVI woke up the next morning with one thought on my mind. I needed to stop letting the anonymous messages control me. The man watching me wanted a reaction, he wanted me frightened.He wanted me to question everyone around me. I wasn't going to give him that. Whatever his reason was, I would deal with it when I had enough evidence.For now, there were more immediate things I needed to deal with. My life.I had spent weeks living in a hotel, telling myself it was temporary. But temporary had started feeling permanent.I needed a home. Somewhere that belonged to me. Somewhere I could begin again.---By the time I arrived at the Foundation, I had already made a list of apartments to view. I was halfway through reviewing them when Clara appeared beside my desk."What are you looking at?""Apartments."Her face brightened."Finally."I laughed."I know.""Have you found one?""Not yet."She looked at my screen."This one looks nice.""It's too far from the Foundation.""What a
Ophelia's POVI barely slept.The anonymous man's final message kept circling through my mind.Ask Erick what he knows.What did Erick know?And why would a stranger want me to ask him?By morning, I had already decided that I wouldn't let the message control me.I would speak to Erick because I wanted answers, not because someone hiding behind an unknown number told me to.I arrived at the café we'd agreed on a little after noon. Erick was already there.He stood when he saw me. For a moment, neither of us spoke. It felt strange seeing him like this.There was a time when being alone with Erick had felt completely natural. Now, even sitting across from him felt unfamiliar."Thank you for coming," he said.I pulled out the chair opposite him."I don't have much time.""I know."He sat down.For several seconds, he simply looked at me.Then his eyes dropped briefly to my stomach. Something complicated passed across his face."You look well.""I'm trying to be."He nodded."I'm glad."I
Ophelia's POVI couldn't stop thinking about the message.Now ask yourself why your name is on it.My name.On the Hartwell file.I had gone through the document several times, searching for an explanation that wasn't there.The Foundation had been involved with the Hartwell Community Initiative years before I ever worked there.So why was my surname attached to it?Coincidence?I wasn't convinced. But I also wasn't going to jump to conclusions. Not anymore.I had learned the hard way that one unanswered question could lead to ten more. I closed the file on my laptop and leaned back in my chair.I needed information.Real information.Not anonymous warnings.Not assumptions.Facts.---I spent the rest of the morning going through the older Foundation records.The Hartwell project had been discontinued several years ago.There were financial reports.Community development proposals.Funding requests.Meeting summaries.But the deeper I went, the more frustrating it became. Important p







