“You’re saying my daughter was murdered.”
No one answered. The silence was thick, crushing.
Agent Hayes finally closed the folder.
“Yes. And we believe you could be next. That’s why we need you to come with us—immediately.”
I stood, shaking, grief sharpening into something dangerous.
“Who did this?”
The agent hesitated.
“The same individuals who targeted Lily. And we believe they may be connected to someone close to you.”
My mouth went dry.
“Who?”
She exhaled slowly.
“We can’t be certain yet. But a name appeared repeatedly in Lily’s encrypted records.”
She slid a document toward me.
My hands went numb when I read it.
My sister’s name.
“My sister?” I whispered. “That’s impossible.”
Agent Hayes held my gaze.
“We’re not making accusations. But her name was found on a secure contact list associated with the network your husband witnessed. We need to know if she’s said anything unusual to you. Any strange behavior? Sudden money? Unexpected trips? New possessions?”
My head throbbed as memories collided—her new car, the spontaneous vacations, the money she’d brushed off as a ‘bonus.’ Details I never questioned because life was overwhelming, and Lily needed all of me.
And now, every overlooked moment felt like a warning I’d missed.
Dr. Clarke placed a gentle hand on my shoulder.
“Emily… I should’ve told you sooner. I thought the threat had passed.”
I pulled away, overwhelmed.
“And because of that—my daughter is dead.”
He bowed his head, tears sliding down his cheeks.
“I’m so sorry.”
Agent Hayes moved swiftly.
