For the first time in months, Noah slept through the night.
\nNo waking up crying.
\nNo checking the windows.
\nNo asking whether the doors were locked.
\nNo standing in the hallway at three in the morning, staring into the darkness.
\nJust sleep.
\nDeep, peaceful sleep.
\nAnd somehow, that frightened me more than his nightmares ever had.
\nBecause after everything we’d discovered, I knew one thing for certain:
\nPeople who wanted the truth had not simply disappeared.
\nThey had gone quiet.
\nAnd quiet didn’t mean gone.
\nIt meant waiting.
\nSix months after Mark’s arrest, Emily and Noah moved into a small house less than ten minutes from mine.
\nEmily tried to rebuild her life.
\nShe changed her phone number.
\nChanged her email.
\nChanged banks.
\nChanged the locks.
\nShe even stopped using social media.
\nShe wanted nothing to do with Westbridge Holdings, Daniel Reynolds, or the investigation.
\nWhenever I brought up the case, she’d shake her head.
\n“Sarah, it’s over.”
\nI wanted to believe her.
\nSo I did.
\nFor a while.<\/p>\n
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Then, one rainy Thursday morning, everything changed.<\/p>\n
I was making coffee when someone knocked on my front door.<\/p>\n
Three times.<\/p>\n
Slowly.<\/p>\n
Knock.<\/p>\n
Knock.<\/p>\n
Knock.<\/p>\n
I looked through the window.<\/p>\n
Nobody was there.<\/p>\n
I opened the door anyway.<\/p>\n
A small cardboard box sat on the porch.<\/p>\n
No name.<\/p>\n
No return address.<\/p>\n
Just my house number written across the top in black marker.<\/p>\n
I stood there staring at it.<\/p>\n
I didn’t touch it.<\/p>\n
Something about the box felt wrong.<\/p>\n
Not dangerous.<\/p>\n
Familiar.<\/p>\n
That was worse.<\/p>\n
I called Emily.<\/p>\n
She answered on the fourth ring.<\/p>\n
“Sarah?”<\/p>\n
“Did you send something to my house?”<\/p>\n
Silence.<\/p>\n
“What kind of something?”<\/p>\n
“A box.”<\/p>\n
Another silence.<\/p>\n
Then she whispered:<\/p>\n
“Don’t open it.”<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
“I don’t know.”<\/p>\n
“Emily\u2014”<\/p>\n
“I said don’t open it.”<\/p>\n
Her voice sounded different.<\/p>\n
Not tired.<\/p>\n
Not confused.<\/p>\n
Terrified.<\/p>\n
I stepped backward from the porch.<\/p>\n
“Where are you?”<\/p>\n
“I’m at home.”<\/p>\n
“Is Noah with you?”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
My heart stopped.<\/p>\n
“Where is he?”<\/p>\n
“He went to school.”<\/p>\n
I looked toward the street.<\/p>\n
Rainwater ran along the curb.<\/p>\n
Cars passed slowly through the gray morning.<\/p>\n
“Emily,” I said, “what aren’t you telling me?”<\/p>\n
She didn’t answer.<\/p>\n
Then I heard something in the background.<\/p>\n
A door closing.<\/p>\n
Emily inhaled sharply.<\/p>\n
“Sarah…”<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“If someone comes to your house, don’t tell them you have the box.”<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
I stared at my phone.<\/p>\n
Then at the box.<\/p>\n
And suddenly I noticed something I hadn’t seen before.<\/p>\n
There was a tiny blue mark underneath my house number.<\/p>\n
A blue circle.<\/p>\n
The exact same color as the envelope Emily had told me to find.<\/p>\n
I didn’t open the box.<\/p>\n
Instead, I put on gloves, carried it into the garage, and placed it on the workbench.<\/p>\n
Then I called Mr. Foster.<\/p>\n
He arrived twenty minutes later.<\/p>\n
He was older now.<\/p>\n
Slower.<\/p>\n
But his eyes were still sharp.<\/p>\n
He looked at the box.<\/p>\n
Then looked at me.<\/p>\n
“Where did you get this?”<\/p>\n
“It was on my porch.”<\/p>\n
“Who knew your address?”<\/p>\n
“Everyone.”<\/p>\n
He shook his head.<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
“What do you mean?”<\/p>\n
“Everyone knows where you live.”<\/p>\n
He pointed at the box.<\/p>\n
“But only someone who knows what happened would mark it like that.”<\/p>\n
My skin prickled.<\/p>\n
“What does the blue circle mean?”<\/p>\n
Mr. Foster didn’t answer.<\/p>\n
Instead, he walked to the garage door.<\/p>\n
Locked it.<\/p>\n
Checked the side entrance.<\/p>\n
Then returned to the workbench.<\/p>\n
“I’ve seen that mark before.”<\/p>\n
“Where?”<\/p>\n
“On Daniel’s files.”<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
“You never told me that.”<\/p>\n
“Because I didn’t know what it meant.”<\/p>\n
He carefully turned the box over.<\/p>\n
There was a second mark underneath.<\/p>\n
Three tiny black lines.<\/p>\n
Mr. Foster’s face changed.<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
He stepped back.<\/p>\n
“Sarah…”<\/p>\n
“What?”<\/p>\n
“Where’s Emily?”<\/p>\n
“I told you. She’s at home.”<\/p>\n
He pulled out his phone.<\/p>\n
“Call her.”<\/p>\n
“I just did.”<\/p>\n
“Call her again.”<\/p>\n
I did.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
I tried again.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
Mr. Foster looked at the clock.<\/p>\n
“What time did you last speak to her?”<\/p>\n
“About fifteen minutes ago.”<\/p>\n
He nodded slowly.<\/p>\n
“Then we have a problem.”<\/p>\n
“What problem?”<\/p>\n
He pointed toward the box.<\/p>\n
“This wasn’t delivered to you.”<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
“Then what?”<\/p>\n
He looked directly into my eyes.<\/p>\n
“It was delivered to whoever was supposed to find it.”<\/p>\n
We waited almost an hour before opening it.<\/p>\n
Inside was an old photograph.<\/p>\n
A photograph of Daniel Reynolds.<\/p>\n
But it wasn’t the same photograph we’d found at the lake house.<\/p>\n
This one showed Daniel standing outside a government building.<\/p>\n
He was younger.<\/p>\n
Maybe ten years younger.<\/p>\n
And beside him stood four people.<\/p>\n
One was Emily.<\/p>\n
One was Mark.<\/p>\n
The third was a man I didn’t recognize.<\/p>\n
The fourth person was…<\/p>\n
Mr. Foster.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
He didn’t move.<\/p>\n
“You knew Daniel.”<\/p>\n
“I told you I knew about the investigation.”<\/p>\n
“You never said you worked with him.”<\/p>\n
“I didn’t.”<\/p>\n
“Then why are you in this photograph?”<\/p>\n
Mr. Foster stared at the image.<\/p>\n
Finally, he sat down.<\/p>\n
“Because I lied to you.”<\/p>\n
The words hung between us.<\/p>\n
I felt the room shrink.<\/p>\n
“What did you lie about?”<\/p>\n
He rubbed both hands over his face.<\/p>\n
“I wasn’t just Emily’s neighbor.”<\/p>\n
“What were you?”<\/p>\n
He looked toward the garage window.<\/p>\n
“Daniel’s handler.”<\/p>\n
I couldn’t speak.<\/p>\n
The rain hammered against the roof.<\/p>\n
“What does that mean?”<\/p>\n
“It means Daniel didn’t disappear without leaving instructions.”<\/p>\n
My voice became quieter.<\/p>\n
“You knew he was alive?”<\/p>\n
Mr. Foster didn’t answer.<\/p>\n
That was answer enough.<\/p>\n
I stepped away from him.<\/p>\n
“How long?”<\/p>\n
“After the lake house?”<\/p>\n
“No.”<\/p>\n
I shook my head.<\/p>\n
“How long have you known?”<\/p>\n
He looked at me.<\/p>\n
“Since three days before Emily disappeared.”<\/p>\n
My hands started shaking.<\/p>\n
“You knew Daniel was alive when Emily came to me?”<\/p>\n
“Yes.”<\/p>\n
“And you didn’t tell me?”<\/p>\n
“I couldn’t.”<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
“Because if I told you, you would become part of the investigation.”<\/p>\n
I laughed bitterly.<\/p>\n
“I became part of it the moment your friend put my nephew in danger.”<\/p>\n
Mr. Foster lowered his eyes.<\/p>\n
“I was trying to protect you.”<\/p>\n
“You should have trusted me.”<\/p>\n
“I did.”<\/p>\n
“Then why lie?”<\/p>\n
He looked at the photograph again.<\/p>\n
“Because Daniel told me never to tell anyone.”<\/p>\n
“Why?”<\/p>\n
Mr. Foster slowly turned the photograph over.<\/p>\n
There was writing on the back.<\/p>\n
Five words.<\/p>\n
Not the same five words as before.<\/p>\n
This time, it said:<\/p>\n
THE WRONG MAN WAS ARRESTED.<\/strong><\/p>\n I felt the room go silent.<\/p>\n “Mark was arrested,” I said.<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “He confessed.”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “He was connected to Westbridge.”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “So what are you saying?”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster looked at me.<\/p>\n “Mark wasn’t the person running it.”<\/p>\n “Then who was?”<\/p>\n He didn’t answer.<\/p>\n He reached into his coat and pulled out a second photograph.<\/p>\n He placed it on the table.<\/p>\n I looked at it.<\/p>\n My heart stopped.<\/p>\n It showed a meeting room.<\/p>\n Several people were sitting around a long table.<\/p>\n Daniel was there.<\/p>\n Emily was there.<\/p>\n Mark was there.<\/p>\n And at the head of the table…<\/p>\n was Agent Collins.<\/p>\n The same federal agent who had taken the evidence from me at the lake.<\/p>\n The same woman who had told me:<\/p>\n “We’ve been looking for you.”<\/p>\n I stared at the photograph.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster nodded.<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “She was helping us.”<\/p>\n “That’s what we thought.”<\/p>\n “She took the evidence.”<\/p>\n “Exactly.”<\/p>\n I suddenly understood.<\/p>\n The moment we reached the lake.<\/p>\n The moment I handed her the memory card.<\/p>\n The moment she took the documents.<\/p>\n We had given everything to the person who might have been looking for it.<\/p>\n I grabbed my phone.<\/p>\n “I need to call Emily.”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster stood.<\/p>\n “Don’t.”<\/p>\n “She’s my sister.”<\/p>\n “And if Collins is involved, calling Emily may tell them where she is.”<\/p>\n “Who is ‘they’?”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster looked toward the garage door.<\/p>\n Then whispered:<\/p>\n “The people Daniel was trying to expose.”<\/p>\n A sound came from outside.<\/p>\n A car door slammed.<\/p>\n We froze.<\/p>\n Another car.<\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster switched off the lights.<\/p>\n “How many?”<\/p>\n I whispered.<\/p>\n “Three.”<\/p>\n He moved toward the small security monitor.<\/p>\n The screen showed three dark vehicles parked along the street.<\/p>\n None of them had police markings.<\/p>\n One person stepped out.<\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster stared at the screen.<\/p>\n “That’s impossible.”<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n He zoomed in.<\/p>\n A man stood beside the first vehicle.<\/p>\n Even through the rain, I recognized him.<\/p>\n My blood went cold.<\/p>\n It was Mark.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n I backed away.<\/p>\n “Mark is in prison.”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster didn’t respond.<\/p>\n The man outside looked directly toward my house.<\/p>\n Then he raised one hand.<\/p>\n And waved.<\/p>\n My phone vibrated.<\/p>\n A text message.<\/p>\n Unknown number.<\/p>\n I opened it.<\/p>\n There was only one sentence:<\/p>\n YOU SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE BLUE ENVELOPE ALONE.<\/strong><\/p>\n Another message arrived immediately.<\/p>\n NOW WE HAVE TO FIND NOAH.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked at Mr. Foster.<\/p>\n “Where is Noah?”<\/p>\n He grabbed his phone.<\/p>\n “I’ll call Emily.”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n I shook my head.<\/p>\n “Call the school.”<\/p>\n He did.<\/p>\n His face changed while he listened.<\/p>\n Then he slowly lowered the phone.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n “The school says Noah was picked up an hour ago.”<\/p>\n My stomach dropped.<\/p>\n “By Emily?”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n “Then who?”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster swallowed.<\/p>\n “They said his father came.”<\/p>\n I couldn’t breathe.<\/p>\n “Mark?”<\/p>\n The answer came quietly.<\/p>\n “They didn’t say.”<\/p>\n We left through the basement.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster knew another exit beneath the garage.<\/p>\n The rain had become heavier, which worked in our favor.<\/p>\n We reached his truck through an alley.<\/p>\n I kept calling Emily.<\/p>\n No answer.<\/p>\n Then finally…<\/p>\n her phone answered.<\/p>\n But nobody spoke.<\/p>\n “Emily?”<\/p>\n Silence.<\/p>\n “Emily, say something.”<\/p>\n I heard breathing.<\/p>\n Then a faint sound.<\/p>\n A child’s voice.<\/p>\n “Mom?”<\/p>\n Noah.<\/p>\n I nearly collapsed with relief.<\/p>\n “Noah! Where are you?”<\/p>\n He whispered:<\/p>\n “Don’t talk.”<\/p>\n My heart raced.<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n “He’s listening.”<\/p>\n I looked at Mr. Foster.<\/p>\n “Who?”<\/p>\n Noah didn’t answer.<\/p>\n Instead, I heard a man’s voice in the background.<\/p>\n Calm.<\/p>\n Almost gentle.<\/p>\n “Put the phone down, Noah.”<\/p>\n The call ended.<\/p>\n I stared at the screen.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster started the engine.<\/p>\n “Where are we going?”<\/p>\n I asked.<\/p>\n He didn’t answer.<\/p>\n “Foster.”<\/p>\n He gripped the steering wheel.<\/p>\n “There’s one place Daniel would take Noah.”<\/p>\n “Where?”<\/p>\n “The old courthouse.”<\/p>\n I frowned.<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n “Because that’s where this started.”<\/p>\n “What started?”<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n “The first investigation.”<\/p>\n “Against Westbridge?”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n He paused.<\/p>\n “Against Emily.”<\/p>\n The old courthouse had been closed for years.<\/p>\n The city planned to renovate it, but funding had disappeared.<\/p>\n Its windows were boarded.<\/p>\n Its doors chained.<\/p>\n The parking lot was empty.<\/p>\n At least, that’s what it looked like.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster parked two blocks away.<\/p>\n We approached on foot.<\/p>\n The building looked enormous in the rain.<\/p>\n I had been there once as a child.<\/p>\n Emily and I had stood on those steps with our parents.<\/p>\n Back then, the courthouse had seemed important.<\/p>\n Safe.<\/p>\n Permanent.<\/p>\n Now it looked abandoned.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster pointed toward a side entrance.<\/p>\n “There’s a basement.”<\/p>\n “You’ve been here before.”<\/p>\n “Yes.”<\/p>\n “When?”<\/p>\n “Last week.”<\/p>\n I stopped.<\/p>\n “You’ve been coming here?”<\/p>\n He nodded.<\/p>\n “Why?”<\/p>\n “Because Daniel contacted me.”<\/p>\n My heart pounded.<\/p>\n “He’s here?”<\/p>\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n “Then who contacted you?”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster looked away.<\/p>\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n “You keep saying that.”<\/p>\n “Because that’s the truth.”<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n I grabbed his arm.<\/p>\n “You’re hiding something again.”<\/p>\n He stared at me for several seconds.<\/p>\n Then finally said:<\/p>\n “I received a message.”<\/p>\n “From who?”<\/p>\n “Daniel.”<\/p>\n “What did it say?”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster pulled out a folded piece of paper.<\/p>\n He handed it to me.<\/p>\n I unfolded it.<\/p>\n There were only four words.<\/p>\n SARAH IS THE KEY.<\/strong><\/p>\n I looked up.<\/p>\n “What does that mean?”<\/p>\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n “Why would Daniel write my name?”<\/p>\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n “Why would he call me the key?”<\/p>\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n Then we heard something inside the courthouse.<\/p>\n A child’s voice.<\/p>\n “Mom?”<\/p>\n Noah.<\/p>\n I ran toward the door.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster grabbed me.<\/p>\n “Wait.”<\/p>\n “No!”<\/p>\n “Sarah, think.”<\/p>\n But I couldn’t.<\/p>\n I pushed the door open.<\/p>\n And stepped inside.<\/p>\n The basement smelled like dust and wet concrete.<\/p>\n My shoes echoed with every step.<\/p>\n “Noah?”<\/p>\n Nothing.<\/p>\n “NOAH!”<\/p>\n A light flickered at the end of the hallway.<\/p>\n Then a door slowly opened.<\/p>\n Noah stood there.<\/p>\n Alone.<\/p>\n I ran to him and dropped to my knees.<\/p>\n “Are you okay?”<\/p>\n He nodded.<\/p>\n “Where’s your mom?”<\/p>\n “She’s not here.”<\/p>\n “Where’s Mark?”<\/p>\n Noah stared behind me.<\/p>\n “Who?”<\/p>\n I froze.<\/p>\n “What do you mean, who?”<\/p>\n “I didn’t see Daddy.”<\/p>\n “But someone picked you up from school.”<\/p>\n Noah nodded.<\/p>\n “A man.”<\/p>\n “What man?”<\/p>\n “I don’t know.”<\/p>\n “Did he tell you his name?”<\/p>\n Noah shook his head.<\/p>\n “What did he look like?”<\/p>\n Noah hesitated.<\/p>\n Then said:<\/p>\n “He looked like you.”<\/p>\n My blood ran cold.<\/p>\n “What?”<\/p>\n He pointed toward the hallway.<\/p>\n “He had your face.”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster stepped forward.<\/p>\n “That’s impossible.”<\/p>\n Noah shook his head.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n He looked directly at me.<\/p>\n “Not your face.”<\/p>\n He touched his own cheek.<\/p>\n “His face was burned.”<\/p>\n Before I could ask another question, every light in the basement switched off.<\/p>\n Complete darkness.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster whispered:<\/p>\n “Don’t move.”<\/p>\n Something scraped across the floor.<\/p>\n Slowly.<\/p>\n Closer.<\/p>\n Closer.<\/p>\n Noah grabbed my hand.<\/p>\n I held him against me.<\/p>\n Then a voice came from the darkness.<\/p>\n “Sarah.”<\/p>\n I recognized it.<\/p>\n My entire body froze.<\/p>\n It was Emily.<\/p>\n “Emily?”<\/p>\n “Don’t trust Foster.”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster turned toward the voice.<\/p>\n “Emily?”<\/p>\n Her voice came again.<\/p>\n “Sarah, get Noah and run.”<\/p>\n Mr. Foster stepped forward.<\/p>\n “No.”<\/p>\n A gunshot exploded through the basement.<\/p>\n The sound was deafening.<\/p>\n Noah screamed.<\/p>\n I dropped to the floor.<\/p>\n For several seconds, nobody moved.<\/p>\n Then emergency lights flickered on.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster was standing against the wall.<\/p>\n Blood covered his shoulder.<\/p>\n “Foster!”<\/p>\n He shook his head.<\/p>\n “I’m okay.”<\/p>\n But he wasn’t.<\/p>\n He pointed toward the opposite hallway.<\/p>\n “Run.”<\/p>\n We ran.<\/p>\n Behind us, footsteps followed.<\/p>\n Fast.<\/p>\n Someone shouted my name.<\/p>\n I didn’t look back.<\/p>\n We reached a metal staircase.<\/p>\n I pushed Noah upward.<\/p>\n Then climbed after him.<\/p>\n At the top was another corridor.<\/p>\n And at the end of it stood a woman.<\/p>\n Dark coat.<\/p>\n Wet hair.<\/p>\n A gun in her hand.<\/p>\n Agent Collins.<\/p>\n She looked at me.<\/p>\n Then at Noah.<\/p>\n Then at the blood on Mr. Foster’s shirt.<\/p>\n And said something I’ll never forget.<\/p>\n “Sarah, I’m sorry.”<\/p>\n She lowered the gun.<\/p>\n “I was trying to find you before they did.”<\/p>\n I stared at her.<\/p>\n “Who?”<\/p>\n She looked behind us.<\/p>\n Her expression changed.<\/p>\n “They’re already inside.”<\/p>\n A shadow appeared at the bottom of the stairs.<\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n Then another.<\/p>\n Collins grabbed my arm.<\/p>\n “There’s no time.”<\/p>\n “Where are we going?”<\/p>\n She pointed toward a locked courtroom.<\/p>\n “Inside.”<\/p>\n We rushed through the doors.<\/p>\n Collins slammed them shut.<\/p>\n Then locked the deadbolt.<\/p>\n Noah was crying.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster was losing blood.<\/p>\n I looked at Collins.<\/p>\n “You’d better start explaining.”<\/p>\n She stared at me.<\/p>\n Then pulled a small envelope from inside her coat.<\/p>\n It was blue.<\/p>\n But unlike the one Emily had given me…<\/p>\n this one had my name written across it.<\/p>\n And underneath my name were three words:<\/p>\n DO NOT TRUST EMILY.<\/strong><\/p>\n I stared at the envelope.<\/p>\n Then looked at Collins.<\/p>\n “What is this?”<\/p>\n She didn’t answer.<\/p>\n Instead, she said:<\/p>\n “Your sister isn’t being held by them.”<\/p>\n I felt my stomach drop.<\/p>\n “Then where is she?”<\/p>\n Collins looked at Noah.<\/p>\n Then back at me.<\/p>\n “She’s the one who brought them here.”<\/p>\n The room went silent.<\/p>\n Noah suddenly stopped crying.<\/p>\n He looked at me.<\/p>\n And whispered:<\/p>\n “I told you Mommy was scared.”<\/p>\n I knelt beside him.<\/p>\n “What did she tell you?”<\/p>\n Noah looked toward the locked courtroom doors.<\/p>\n Then whispered:<\/p>\n “Mommy said…”<\/p>\n He swallowed.<\/p>\n “…if Aunt Sarah ever finds out the truth, she’ll never forgive her.”<\/p>\n A heavy knock struck the courtroom door.<\/p>\n Everyone froze.<\/p>\n Another knock.<\/p>\n Then a man’s voice came from the other side.<\/p>\n “Sarah?”<\/p>\n I recognized it immediately.<\/p>\n Mark.<\/p>\n But this time, he wasn’t asking for Noah.<\/p>\n He was asking for me.<\/p>\n “Open the door.”<\/p>\n Noah buried his face against my side.<\/p>\n Mark knocked again.<\/p>\n Then said:<\/p>\n “You deserve to know what your sister did.”<\/p>\n Collins raised her gun.<\/p>\n Mr. Foster stared at the door.<\/p>\n And I realized something terrifying.<\/p>\n Whatever was behind that door…<\/p>\n Mark wasn’t trying to get inside.<\/p>\n He was trying to get me to open it.<\/p>\n And somehow, he knew exactly what I was about to find.<\/p>\n Because before the third knock came, my phone vibrated.<\/p>\n One new message.<\/p>\n From Emily.<\/p>\n Three words.<\/p>\n
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