After a relaxing bath and her nightly skincare routine, Zara sat in silence, tracing her finger over the dried blood stain on the house deed.
"What's going on? Why me?" she whispered.
She had an older brother. Why wasn't he the one tangled up in this mess?
Too many questions, and no answers. But at least the address on the document was clear—finding the house wouldn't be hard.
Then it hit her.
She opened the drawer and pulled out the stud key she had found earlier inside the box.
"This must be it," she murmured.
Amos' voice echoed in her memory: "This isn't just a house…"
A chill ran up her spine.
What was she going to find there?
Before her thoughts spiralled further, her phone chimed on the desk. She turned to the screen.
Ethan.
Zara gasped. She had completely forgotten about the missed custody hearing—until now.
Rolling her eyes, she answered the call just before it rang out.
"I see how much you care about the kids!" Ethan's voice exploded through the speaker.
