VANESSAVanessa had changed apartments three times in eleven months. Not because she liked moving but because fear made permanence impossible. She stood near the window of her hotel room, watching early morning traffic crawl through the city below. Her suitcase remained half-packed on the bed. Always ready. Always temporary. Her phone vibrated. Unknown Number. Vanessa stared at the screen. Then declined the call. Thirty seconds later, it rang again. This time, a message appeared.**You should've destroyed the flash drive.**Vanessa's blood ran cold.ELENAAcross the city, Elena sat inside her mother's old study. The photograph remained in her hands. Her mother. Victoria Hale and Marcus Reed.**The people I trust most.**The irony settled heavily in the room. Her phone buzzed.Claire. “Ms. Carter, we found something."Elena stood. “What is it?""The security footage from your mother's memorial service."Elena frowned. “What about it?""Victoria wasn't there the entire evening."Silenc
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