The house felt different that night.

Not quiet. Not peaceful.

Just… watched.

Zoey sat at the edge of her bed, Helena’s envelope spread open before her. Sheets of paper filled with names, numbers, locations, and coded notes stared back at her like silent warnings. Daniel wasn’t just hiding secrets—he was operating within a network. A dangerous one.

Her fingers traced one particular name circled in red: Dr. Kareem.

Her heart skipped. The hospital. The drugs.

Everything was connecting.

A soft knock on her door made her jump.

“Zoey?” Vivian’s voice came through, hesitant.

Zoey quickly gathered the papers, sliding them under her pillow. “Come in.”

Vivian stepped inside slowly, her...