Nobody spoke.
Nobody moved.
The letter trembled slightly in Amelia's hand.
Check the nursery camera from 2:13 p.m.
A simple sentence.
Yet it carried the weight of a threat.
Because Edward Blackwood didn't make meaningless moves.
Everything he did was deliberate.
Calculated.
Designed to leave an impression.
Damien took the letter back carefully.
His face had gone cold again.
Controlled.
But Amelia knew him well enough now to recognize what hid beneath that control.
Fear.
Real fear.
He turned to Robert.
"Security room. Now."
Robert nodded immediately.
Amelia looked down at Jethro.
The little boy was fighting sleep again, his eyelids heavy.
Completely unaware of the storm surrounding him.
She brushed a hand through his hair.
"Mummy has to do something important, okay?"
