Chapter 7: The Person Watching Us
Marcus read the message twice.
Then a third time.
His expression changed from hurt to something colder.
Protective.
“Who sent this?””
I shook my head.
“I don’t know.””
Jordan looked at the photo.
“They’re threatening you.””
“No,” I whispered.
“They’re threatening all of us.””
The room fell silent.
Because everyone understood.
This wasn’t about a necklace.
It wasn’t about an old family argument.
Someone had been waiting for us to find the truth.
And now they knew we had.
Marcus stood.
“Everyone stays here.””
Nia looked up.
“Marcus—”
“I said everyone stays here.””
His voice was firm.
Not angry.
Not cruel.
The voice of someone trying to protect his family.
He walked toward the security system near the hallway.
I watched him check every camera.
Every recording.
Every entrance.
Then he stopped.
“What?””
Nia stood.
“What did you see?””
Marcus didn’t answer immediately.
That was worse.
He turned the screen toward us.
“There’s a gap.””
Jordan stepped closer.
“A gap?””
“The camera outside Maya’s room stopped recording for twelve minutes last night.””
My heart dropped.
“But the video showed everything.””
“Not everything.””
Marcus pointed at the screen.
“Someone deleted part of it.””
Nobody spoke.
Someone had edited the footage.
Someone had controlled what we saw.
Lily quietly asked:
“Does that mean the bad person is still here?””
Nobody answered.
Because nobody wanted to say yes.
Marcus checked the cameras again.
Then he looked at the front door.
The lock was still engaged.
The windows were closed.
Nothing looked wrong.
But that was the problem.
Everything looked normal.
Like someone wanted us to believe we were safe.
Jordan walked toward me.
For a second, I thought he was going to yell.
I deserved it.
Instead, he said quietly:
“Why me?””
I looked at him.
“What?””
“Why did you choose me?””
The question hurt more than anger.
“Because I knew you would protect me.””
Jordan looked away.
“That’s not the same as trusting me.””
I had no response.
Because he was right.
I trusted him to help me carry a secret.
But I didn’t trust him enough to tell him the truth.
“I’m sorry.””
He nodded slowly.
“I know.””
But forgiveness wasn’t there yet.
Not completely.
Marcus opened the envelope from his father.
The entire room watched.
The paper inside looked old.
Yellowed.
Folded many times.
My father read the first line.
And immediately stopped.
“What?””
Nia asked.
Marcus looked up.
His face was pale.
“He knew.””
“Knew what?”” I asked.
Marcus looked at the letter again.
“He knew someone would find the documents.””
My mother closed her eyes.
“No.””
Marcus kept reading.
“He wrote that if the truth ever came out, I shouldn’t trust anyone who tried to convince me to hide it.””
Jordan frowned.
“Who was he talking about?””
Marcus continued.
Then he stopped.
Because his eyes reached the bottom of the page.
A name was written there.
A name none of us expected.
He looked at Nia.
Then at me.
Then at Jordan.
“Dad…”
My voice shook.
“Who is it?””
Marcus didn’t answer.
He slowly turned the letter around.
The handwriting was clear.
The name was underlined.
And everyone recognized it.
Because it belonged to someone sitting in that room.
Someone who had been helping us.
Someone who had known the truth from the beginning.
Nia covered her mouth.
Jordan stepped back.
And Marcus whispered:
“It was never just about my father.””
The security system suddenly made a sound.
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A new alert.
Someone was at the front door.
