Clarissa’s POV
I told Dante about locking the house, and the moment the words left my mouth, he shifted his gaze away from me, then stared ahead as if bracing himself for whatever came next. A heavy silence settled between us as we approached the house .When we walked in, the world seemed to tilt.
Everywhere was ransacked, chairs overturned, drawers ripped out and emptied onto the floor, cushions slashed open as though someone had been desperately searching for something that didn’t belong to them. I froze just inside the doorway, stunned into silence. Then my gaze fell on my work desk. My laptop, which I had left neatly shut that morning, now sat half-open, cords dangling, the back panel slightly pried apart. Someone had tampered with it.
In that instant, panic flared hot in my chest.
