Chapter 7:The hidden Truth
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Jasmine couldn’t get the image out of her head.
The face on the screen.
The movement.
The smile.
It replayed over and over again like a loop she couldn’t escape. Even now, hours later, sitting in the dimly lit living room, she still felt the same cold weight pressing against her chest.
They had been right.
Someone close to them had been in the house.
Not just recently—but before.
And now… they knew they had been seen.
Jasion stood by the window, carefully pulling the curtain aside just enough to look outside. The street was quiet, almost too quiet. A single car passed in the distance, its headlights briefly lighting up the road before disappearing into darkness.
“They’re not out there,” he said, though his voice lacked certainty.
Jasmine didn’t respond immediately. She was staring at the laptop again, the paused footage still showing the figure in their kitchen.
“They don’t need to be out there,” she finally said. “They already know everything.”
Nina, sitting on the edge of the couch, hugged herself tightly. “I don’t like this… I don’t like this at all.”
Jasmine turned to her, her expression softening slightly. “I know. But we can’t panic now. That’s what they want.”
Silence filled the room again.
But this time, it wasn’t just fear.
It was realization.
Jasion walked back toward them and closed the laptop.
“We need to decide what we’re doing next,” he said. “We can’t just keep watching and guessing.”
Jasmine nodded slowly. “We won’t.”
Nina looked up. “So… what do we do?”
Jasmine’s eyes hardened.
“We confirm it.”
The next morning felt strange.
Everything looked normal—the same house, the same furniture, the same sunlight creeping through the windows.
But nothing felt the same.
Because now, they were looking at everything differently.
Jasmine stood in the kitchen, staring at the spot where the figure had been caught on camera.
She tried to imagine it.
The quiet footsteps.
The careful movements.
The confidence.
This wasn’t someone breaking in for the first time.
This was someone who knew the house.
Behind her, Jasion was already working.
“I’ve been tracking the calls again,” he said, his eyes glued to his laptop. “There’s a pattern.”
Jasmine turned. “What kind of pattern?”
“They always happen late at night. Same number. Same duration.”
Nina walked closer. “Whose number?”
Jasion hesitated.
Then he turned the screen toward them.
Jasmine’s heart dropped.
Because she recognized it instantly.
“No…” Nina whispered.
Jasmine didn’t speak.
She couldn’t.
Because deep down… she already knew.
Jasion leaned back, running his hand through his hair. “We need more than this. If we’re going to accuse them, we need solid proof.”
Jasmine nodded slowly. “We’ll get it.”
Nina looked between them. “How?”
Jasmine’s voice was calm.
“We watch them.”
That afternoon, they followed carefully.
Not too close.
Not too obvious.
Just enough to observe.
The person moved through the city like everything was normal.
Stopping at places.
Talking to people.
Even laughing.
Jasmine felt something twist inside her.
How can they act like this… after everything?
Jasion whispered, “Stay focused.”
Nina stayed quiet, her eyes fixed ahead.
Then something unexpected happened.
The person stopped walking.
Slowly… they turned.
Their eyes met Jasmine’s.
Time froze.
And then—
They smiled.
Not out of surprise.
Not out of confusion.
But like they had been expecting it.
Jasmine’s heart dropped.
Because in that moment… everything became clear.
“They know,” she whispered.
Jasion’s face tightened. “We need to go.”
They turned and walked away quickly, not running, but not slow either.
The tension followed them all the way home.
The moment they got inside, Jasion locked the door.
“That wasn’t coincidence,” he said.
Jasmine shook her head. “No. It wasn’t.”
Nina’s voice trembled. “They knew we were following them…”
Jasmine looked at her.
“They’ve probably known everything from the start.”
The realization was terrifying.
Jasion sat down, his expression serious. “We’re not ahead anymore. We’re behind.”
Jasmine clenched her fists.
“No,” she said firmly. “We’re not behind.”
Jasion frowned. “Then what are we?”
Jasmine looked at both of them.
“We’re finally seeing the truth.”
That night, they went through everything again.
The notebook.
The calls.
The footage.
The movements.
The behavior.
And slowly… everything began to connect.
Jasmine flipped to a page in the notebook.
“Look at this,” she said.
Jasion leaned closer.
“This entry,” she continued, pointing at the date. “It’s the same week they came to visit.”
Jasion’s eyes widened. “And this note…”
He read it aloud quietly.
“Met with them again. Something feels off. I can’t trust this anymore.”
Nina covered her mouth.
“Dad knew…” she whispered.
Jasmine nodded slowly.
“Yes. He knew.”
Silence filled the room.
Jasion leaned back.
“So this wasn’t sudden. It wasn’t random.”
Jasmine’s voice was steady.
“No. It was planned.”
Nina’s eyes filled with tears.
“But they smiled at us… they talked to us…”
Jasmine’s expression hardened.
“That’s how betrayal works.”
The weight of that truth settled deeply.
Hours later, Jasmine stood alone in the study again.
She looked around the room differently now.
This wasn’t just where her father worked.
This was where he tried to protect them.
Her eyes fell on the notebook.
She picked it up again.
And this time, she noticed something she hadn’t before.
A page that had been slightly folded.
She opened it carefully.
Her breath caught.
It wasn’t just notes.
It was a warning.
A name.
Not initials this time.
Not hidden.
Not coded.
Written clearly.
Jasmine’s hands began to shake.
“Jasion…” she called.
He rushed in.
“What is it?”
She turned the notebook toward him.
His face went pale.
Nina stepped closer. “What… what does it say?”
Jasmine’s voice barely came out.
“It’s them.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Final.
Because now…
There was no more guessing.
No more doubt.
No more confusion.
They finally knew.
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