Rowan
Darkness swallowed the warehouse.
Again.
For one terrifying second, nobody moved.
Nobody spoke.
The only sounds were the storm outside and our breathing.
Heavy.
Uneven.
Nervous.
The voice's final words echoed inside my head.
Ava Morgan was never the target.
No.
That didn't make sense.
None of this made sense.
For years, Ava's death had been the center of everything.
The investigation.
The lies.
The cover-up.
The guilt.
The deaths that followed.
Everything led back to her.
So how could she not be the target?
Lightning flashed outside.
For a split second, the warehouse lit up.
Then darkness returned.
My grip tightened around the flash drive.
The tiny device suddenly felt heavier than ever.
As if every secret.
Every death.
Every lie.
Was trapped inside it.
