Amelia’s POV
Glass crunches under my heels as security pulls us toward the exit.
People crowd around the wreckage. Phones out. Taking photos. The chandelier lies in twisted metal and shattered crystal where Daniel and I stood thirty seconds ago.
"Everyone back!" Security chief Silas Kingsley, waves people away. "This is a crime scene. Nobody leaves until we get statements."
"Crime scene?" Patricia Morrison's face pales. "You think this was deliberate?"
"Chandeliers don't just fall." Kingsley examines the ceiling mount.
My stomach drops. Deliberate. Someone cut it loose. Timed it perfectly for when Daniel and I were underneath.
"This is insane." Oliver appears next to Daniel. Face flushed. Hands shaking with rage. "Someone tried to kill both of you."
"We don't know that yet." Danie
