The Blackwood house became quiet even though the whole family was gathered in the living room. Raya was still clutching the small backpack Rebecca had brought; she looked around nervously, sensing the tension.

Mrs. Blackwood’s hands shook slightly, her grip on the phone tightened. The last words from Venessa still echoed in the room. Mr. Blackwood’s jaw was tight, his hands gripping the arms of his chair as though letting go might shatter him.

Rebecca took a hesitant step forward, keeping one hand on Raya’s shoulder. “Mom, Dad… I need you to understand. Venessa knows everything and she’s not bluffing.”

Mrs. Blackwood’s face paled. “Everything? Rebecca, what do you mean...