ANDREW POV I knew Naomi was trying to convince herself that the van meant nothing. She had done it the moment she told me about it. She had laughed lightly, brushed off the concern, and insisted she was probably overthinking things. But I knew her too well. Naomi didn't scare easily. If something had bothered her enough to mention it to me, then it had already crossed the line from inconvenience to concern. And now I couldn't stop thinking about it. I sat behind my desk, staring at the same report I'd been reading for the last fifteen minutes without absorbing a single word. My mind kept returning to one thing. The van. Black. Tinted windows. Showing up around Naomi's routine. And now, the boys were part of the picture. That was what bothered me most. If someone was interested in Naomi's business, that was one thing. Successful people attracted competitors, opportunists, jealous acquaintances, and people looking for information they could use. But watching her childre
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