JANICE'S POV
I spend the entire night staring at my phone. The screen goes dark and lights up again, sleep never comes because one thought keeps repeating endlessly inside my head.
Eden is asking questions he was never supposed to ask and he's getting answers.
By morning my apartment looks like a disaster zone.
Old folders cover the kitchen table beneath scattered documents, receipts, medical paperwork, storage slips, and hospital forms that feel far too dangerous to leave untouched.
I kneel beside an old storage box while panic crawls steadily higher inside my chest.
What still exists, what did I forget, what could lead back to Chloe and what could lead back to Jack.
My hands shake slightly while sorting through papers too quickly, nothing feels buried anymore.
The secret survived
