**Liana's POV**
I woke up reaching for something that wasn't there.
Not a physical thing. No fallen phone, no knocked-over glass. Just a thought I'd gone to sleep holding carefully, like a coin pressed between my palms, and woken to find my hands empty.
I lay still for a moment, staring at the ceiling.
What was it?
I could feel the shape of it. The way you feel the outline of a word you can't pronounce. Something important. Something that had clicked the night before while I lay in the dark running through Lucy's timeline, Graham's access patterns, the blackmail conversation in the stairwell.
Something had finally connected.
And now it was gone.
I sat up slowly. 6:42 a.m. Pale light through the blinds. Too early for this particular kind of dread.
I tried to pull it back the way yo
