Daniel’s voice cut through the chaos.
“Jane,” he said, low and urgent. “Look.” He pointed under the bed.
My breath snagged.
A small, dark device was taped beneath the wires. Red light blinking slowly. Almost rhythmic.
The wires connecting to my father’s machines… weren’t ripped by human hands.
They were cut. Clean. Deliberate.
Timed.
A trap.
A cold wave rushed through me so fast my knees nearly buckled.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. “Someone meant for this to happen.”
Daniel crouched, eyes wide, jaw clenched in fury. “This wasn’t random. This wasn’t an accident. Someone planned this.”
Planned to kill my father.
Planned it while we were gone.
Planned to push me further into fear, confusion, and doubt.
“Who would…?” I started, but the words died on my tongue.
Because in that momen
