Tiana’s POV
As we entered the house, the afternoon sun hung high and bright, casting cheerful shadows across the hallway – a stark contrast to the dread settling in my chest. Ben went straight to the den, his analytical mind spinning as he pulled up the metadata for the fake profile.
"The IP is local," Ben said, brow furrowed. "But it’s routed through multiple servers. They’re smart, Mari. Whoever this is, they know exactly what they’re doing."
I paced, hands trembling. The magic of our lunch had been eclipsed by fear. I walked to the window, peering through the blinds.
"The car," I said.
"What car?" Mari asked, rushing to my side while Henry and Harry played with blocks in the corner.
"The one I saw outside my apartment last night," I pointed. "A lone, dark car. It’s here, Mari. It
