The silence was a scream.
Elira stood in the nursery, the little pink blanket still warm, Amira’s stuffed lion lying face down beside the crib.
Gone.
She was gone.
Damien tore through the house like a storm—shouting commands, overturning drawers, punching walls. But it didn’t matter.
There were no signs of forced entry.
No cameras touched.
No fingerprints.
Just the card.
Return the legacy. Or lose it forever.
Elira’s hands trembled as she held it. “What does it mean?”
Damien’s face was stone. “It means she knows what Amira is.”
Elira turned to him, eyes wild. “How? I barely know what Amira is.”
Damien exhaled like he’d been waiting for this reckoning. “Because she was never meant to be born, Elira. She’s not just ours. She’s part of something… older. Deeper.”
“Stop talking in
