Sophia rushed to the curtains and looked down.
Her face emptied of color.
“Vivian’s security.”
Of course.
My phone vibrated.
Unknown number.
“Leave through the garden. Now.”
I grabbed the laptop, the letter, the photograph of Leo, and Ethan’s emergency cash envelope from the back of his bookshelf. Sophia stared at the gun in her hand as though she had only just remembered it was there.
“Do you know how to use that?” I asked.
“No.”
“Then give it to me.”
She hesitated.
“Sophia.”
She handed it over.
It was heavier than I expected.
I hated that.
We moved through the back hallway, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. Beyond the glass doors, the garden stretched silver beneath the moonlight. The pool reflected the house like a darker second version of it.
At the front, voices murmured.
A key slid into the lock.
My blood chilled.
“They have a key,” I whispered.
Sophia’s face told me she was not surprised.
We slipped outside just as the front door opened.
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