The note trembled in Amelia's hands.
Daniel was never the target.
For several seconds, she simply stared at the words.
Unable to breathe.
Unable to think.
Unable to move.
Because if Daniel wasn't the target...
Then everything she believed for the last six years was wrong.
Every tear.
Every sleepless night.
Every ounce of hatred she had directed toward Damien.
Every decision she had made.
Built on a lie.
A knock sounded at the door.
Amelia didn't answer.
The door opened anyway.
Damien stepped inside.
The moment he saw her face, his expression changed.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
"Amelia?"
She didn't speak.
Instead, she handed him the note.
Silence filled the room as he read it.
Then he looked at the necklace.
Recognition flashed across his eyes.
"Daniel's?"
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