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NADIA POVI did not sleep that night.I sat on the floor of my hotel room with the folder in my hands. I read it again. And again. And again. I read the medical report. I read the test results. I read the notes from the doctors. I read everything.My baby was murdered.My baby was poisoned.My baby was taken from me before I even had a chance to hold her.I pressed my hand against my stomach. The baby. The tiny life inside me. The only thing that mattered now. The only thing I had left."I will protect you," I whispered. "I will protect you. I will not let them hurt you. I will not let them take you. I will not let them do to you what they did to your sister."I did not know if the baby could hear me. I did not know if the baby could understand me. I did not know anything.But I said it anyway.I had to say it.I had to believe something.---My mother was asleep on the bed.She had been exhausted. She had been traveling for days. She had been running for years. She had finally found

NADIA POVWe did not move fast.That was the first thing the detective told us. We could not move fast. We could not be reckless. We could not make mistakes. Because if we did, Eleanor would know. Victor would know. They would disappear. They would vanish. They would escape.So we moved slowly.We started with the evidence. We organized it. We cataloged it. We made copies. We made backups. We hid the originals in a safe place that no one knew about. Not even me. Only the detective knew.Then we started watching Serena.The detective had people. People he trusted. People who were not part of my network. People who could not be traced back to me. They followed her. They watched her. They learned her routine.She was not hiding anymore.She was not pretending.She was living her life. She was going to the gym. She was going to the cafe. She was going to the park with her son.Her son.The boy. The little boy. The child she had with Julian. The child she claimed was his. The child who was

NADIA POVI did not sleep that night.I sat on the floor of my hotel room with the phone in my hand. The message was still on the screen. The words were still burning in my mind.There are others. Others who want you dead. Others who will not stop. Others who will find you.I read it again. And again. And again.I did not know who the others were. I did not know how many there were. I did not know anything.But I knew one thing.Serena was not the only one.She was just the one I could see. The one I could name. The one I could fight. But there were others. Others who had been hiding in the shadows. Others who had been waiting. Others who had been planning.I pressed my hand against my stomach. The baby. The tiny life inside me. The only thing that mattered.“We are not safe yet,” I whispered. “But we will be. I will make sure of it.”I picked up my phone. I called the detective.He answered on the second ring.“Nadia. What is wrong?”“I received a message.”“What kind of message?”“A

NADIA POV I did not confront Rachel. Not yet. I needed proof. I needed evidence. I needed something that would hold up in court. Something that would destroy her. Something that would make her pay for everything she had done. So I set a trap. It was not a complicated trap. It was not a dangerous trap. It was a simple trap. A quiet trap. A trap that Rachel would never see coming. I called her the next morning. "Rachel," I said. "I need your help." "Of course. What do you need?" "I need to move. I need a new place. Somewhere no one knows about. Somewhere safe." She was silent for a moment. "Why?" "Because I am scared. Because someone has been following me. Because I do not feel safe anymore." "I can help with that." "I know you can. That is why I called you." "Where do you want to go?" "I do not know. Somewhere far. Somewhere no one would think to look." "Give me a few days. I will find something." "Thank you." I hung up. I sat there in the dark.

NADIA POVI did not open the door.I stood there. Frozen. My hand on the handle. My eye against the peephole. My heart pounding in my chest.It was not Serena. It was not Eleanor. It was not the man in the gray coat.It was a woman.She was young. Younger than me. She was wearing a dark coat and a scarf. She was standing alone in the hallway. She was not looking at the door. She was looking at the floor. She was nervous. She was scared.I did not recognize her.I had never seen her before.But she was here. At my door. In my hotel. In my life.She raised her hand. She knocked again. Three slow raps. Calm. Deliberate. Like she knew I was there. Like she knew I was watching."Who is it?" I asked.She did not answer."I said, who is it?"She looked up. She looked at the door. She looked at the peephole. She looked at me."My name is Elena," she said. "I am Serena's sister."I felt my blood run cold.Serena's sister.The woman who had been taking care of Serena's son. The woman who had be