AMELIA POV
The interrogation room is cold. Detective Kingsley sits across from me. Daniel stands by the window. Protective. Silent.
"Walk me through it again," Kingsley says. "Who sent the threatening text?"
"Unknown number." I pull up the screenshot on my phone. Show her. "Some nights ago. Warning me to stay away from Daniel. Photo of my mother."
Kingsley studies the image. "And you didn't report it?"
"I was going to. Then the apartment break-in happened."
"The number's been traced to a burner phone." She sets down my phone. "Purchased with cash. No security footage."
"So untraceable," Daniel says.
"Not quite." Kingsley opens a folder. Slides crime scene photos across the table. My apartment. Furniture overturned. Clothes shredded. Paint dumped on my canvases.
I look away.
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