For a moment, no one breathed.
Demetri’s hand hovered above the fallen DNA envelope, fingers trembling—not with fear, but with a kind of raw, feral disbelief he had never shown in his life.
Because outside the rain-splattered window, half-hidden by fog, stood a girl they had buried years ago.
Liliana Volkov.
Alive.
Smiling.
Watching them like a ghost admiring her own haunting.
Sasha choked on a breath. “No. No, that’s not—”
Nora gripped her arm. “Don’t move.”
Mila stumbled back against the fireplace, her face drained of all color, eyes wide and fixed on the window. Vera gasped and crossed herself violently.
Ivan reached for his weapon.
Demetri didn’t blink.
He moved.
With a roar that split the room, he lunged for the front doors—tearing them open with such force they slammed i
