I rushed back home with Amara.
Something felt wrong the moment we arrived.
The security guard was gone.
The gate was open.
My stomach twisted.
Inside the house—
Everything was silent.
Too silent.
"Hello?" Amara called.
No answer.
We walked further in.
Then I noticed something on the floor.
My father's letter.
The one I had hidden earlier.
Now lying in the middle of the room.
Someone had been here.
Recently.
Then my phone buzzed again.
Another message.
"Now you understand."
My hands shook.
Because suddenly the crash made sense.
Daniel wasn't the real target.
It was a distraction.
And Victor had used it perfectly.
But the question was—
What had he come here to take?