The security room's dim light cast an eerie glow as I leaned closer to the monitor, rewinding the footage for the fifth time. My fingers trembled over the controls, heart pounding against my ribs as I focused on the shadowy figure entering my room at 2:37 AM.
"Show me your face," I muttered, enhancing the grainy image.
The intruder moved with practiced familiarity, knowing exactly where the cameras were positioned. They wore dark clothes and kept their head down, but something about their movements seemed hauntingly familiar.
My breath caught as the figure's wrist came into view. The light from the hallway caught the distinct gleam of a watch – a limited edition Patek Philippe with a custom sapphire face. My stomach churned. I'd seen that watch countless times on Elijah's wrist, a gift
