Ryan left his mother’s house with a heavy heart. Her words kept playing in his mind. He walked slowly on the road, thinking deeply. He wanted to find the truth, but now he knew the truth was dangerous.He kept hearing his mother’s voice in his head:“Your father did not die a normal death… people close to him disappeared… some died…”Ryan stopped walking for a moment and held his head. He felt confused. He didn’t know where to start or who to ask. He didn’t know who was behind his father’s death. Everything looked dark and strange.As he walked again, he took a deep breath.“I must be careful,” he said to himself. “But I cannot stop.”He reached his street and saw Eric standing outside his house. Eric looked tired and worried. Ryan walked toward him slowly.Eric looked up.“You just came back?” Eric asked.Ryan nodded. “Yes. I went to see my mum.”Eric asked, “How is she?”Ryan sighed. “She is scared. Very scared. She wants me to stop everything. She said the truth behind my fathe

Ryan walked fast through the quiet streets. The night was calm but his mind was not. Thoughts of Ava, the kidnappers, and his father’s company kept running in his head. He tried to forget about the shadows that might still follow him, but he could not. The street was empty. Only the sound of his shoes on the pavement echoed. He felt tired but he could not rest. He had too much to think about. From the dark alley, the hidden figure followed silently. Eyes fixed on Ryan. Every step he took was watched. Ryan did not notice anything. He did not look back. Ryan reached a small coffee shop still open. He went inside to sit for a few minutes. He needed to calm down. His hands were shaking from the stress. He ordered tea and sat near the window, looking outside. The street was empty again. He thought maybe he was safe, maybe the figure was gone. But he could not be sure. Blake’s words kept echoing in his mind. “Sometimes the people you trust the most are not who they seem to be.

Ryan checked the street cameras again. Something caught his eyes. A figure. Moving fast. Always watching. Always quiet. He knew immediately this was the shadow. The one who had been following him and his family. He turned to Rocas. “That’s him. I can feel it. The one watching us. I’m going to trace him.” Rocas frowned. “Boss… it could be dangerous. We don’t know what they are capable of.” Ryan’s jaw tightened. “I know… but I need to see who he is. Someone has to know. They are planning something bigger. We cannot wait.” Clara came closer. “Ryan… please… be careful. Don’t go alone this time.” Ryan looked at her and kissed her forehead. “I’ll be careful… I promise. I will come back.” He got into his car. Rocas followed behind in another vehicle. Clara and Ava stayed at home, safe behind all the cameras. Ryan’s uncle was gone… but the fire in Ryan’s heart had not died. The street was quiet, almost too quiet. The figure moved ahead of him. Always keeping distance, never

Ryan drove slowly through the quiet streets. The night was dark. The wind brushed his face. Clara sat beside him, her hand holding his. Ava was resting at home, wrapped in a soft blanket. Rocas was keeping watch, eyes alert.“We go straight home,” Ryan said. “No stops. No risks. Not tonight.”Clara nodded. Her eyes were tired but worried. “I’m glad we are home. Ava… she needs rest. I… I need rest too.”Rocas didn’t say anything. He just nodded, keeping his eyes on the street. Danger could still be close. They couldn’t take chances.When they reached the house, the lights were dim. The warm glow from the living room made it feel safe. Clara smiled faintly. “Home again… finally.”Mrs Harrison, Clara’s mom, came quickly from the kitchen. “Ava! You are safe!” she said softly, tears in her eyes. She looked relieved to see Ava resting peacefully.Just then, the doorbell rang. Clara jumped slightly. “Who… who could that be?”Mrs Harrison frowned. “I’m not sure… maybe a neighbor?”Rocas m

The house was quiet. Ava slept peacefully in her room. Clara’s room was dark, the soft light from the moon falling on the walls. Ryan sat in the living room, staring at the floor. He could not sleep. His mind was heavy with thoughts. He thought about Clara, about Ava, about everything that had happened. The kidnappers, the fights, the hospital… it all came back. Clara’s uncle had returned from India a few days ago, and Ryan had sensed the tension the moment he arrived. He had seen the man’s eyes when he first walked into the house. The cold stare, the disapproval… Ryan had felt it immediately. But he had tried to be polite, to act normal. Ryan did not know what Clara’s uncle thought about him, but he knew it was not good. And now, after last night, he was more sure than ever that something was wrong. Ryan got up quietly. He did not want to wake anyone. He walked to the hallway, listening. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the refrigerator. He felt a chill. S