Chapter 3 - I stared at the envelope.For several seconds, nobody moved.
Alexander was the first to speak.
“Don’t touch it.”
“I wasn’t planning to.”
He pulled on gloves from the emergency kit he kept in his study.
Then he picked up the envelope.
There was no return address.
Only my name.
CLAIRE.
The handwriting was unmistakable.
Daniel’s.
He had written hundreds of letters for me.
Contracts.
Legal notices.
Warnings.
This was his handwriting.
Impossible.
Alexander opened it carefully.
Inside was a photograph.
And one sentence.
YOU SHOULD HAVE OPENED THE BOX.
My breathing stopped.
The photograph showed the old office where I had worked five years ago.
It had been abandoned after the company collapsed.
The image was taken recently.
Very recently.
Someone had been inside.
Alexander flipped the photo over.
There was another message.
THE TRUTH IS STILL WHERE YOU LEFT IT.
I sat on the edge of Mia’s bed.
“The box.”
Alexander nodded.
“We need to open it.”
“I haven’t seen the key in five years.”
“You don’t need the key.”
He looked toward the hallway.
“Someone already tried to get inside.”
We went downstairs.
The cabinet stood exactly where I remembered it.
Dust covered the surface.
But now I noticed something I had overlooked.
The lock wasn’t original.
“Alexander.”
He crouched.
“This was replaced.”
“When?”
“I don’t know.”
He examined the screws.
“Recently.”
A horrible thought crossed my mind.
Someone in our house.
Someone who knew about the box.
Someone who had access.
Alexander called his security team.
Within minutes, the property was sealed.
Nobody had entered or left without authorization.
We opened the cabinet.
Inside was a plain wooden box.
I had never forgotten it.
Five years ago, Daniel had handed it to me.
“Don’t open it until you’re safe.”
Those had been his exact words.
At the time, I thought he was being dramatic.
Now I understood.
Alexander cut through the old lock.
The lid opened.
Inside was a stack of documents.
A USB drive.
A ring.
And a letter.
My hands trembled as I unfolded it.
Claire,
If you are reading this, either I am dead or someone wants you to believe I am.
Do not trust Marcus.
Do not trust his father.
And above all, do not trust Chloe.
I stopped.
Alexander leaned closer.
The letter continued.
Five years ago, Marcus did not leave you because he stopped loving you.
He left because he discovered what you had inherited.
I frowned.
“Inherited?”
I read the next line.
Your father did not die bankrupt.
I dropped the letter.
My father.
The man Marcus had told me had died leaving nothing but debt.
The man whose estate had supposedly been seized.
The man I had spent years believing had failed before he died.
Alexander picked up the page.
He read in silence.
Then his jaw tightened.
“What?”
He showed me the second paragraph.
Your father owned 31% of Sterling Maritime before it was transferred through three shell companies.
I looked at Alexander.
“That’s your company.”
“Part of it.”
My mind raced.
“My father had shares in your company?”
“Apparently.”
“Why didn’t you know?”
“Because the transfer was hidden.”
I stared at the document.
Suddenly, five years of memories began rearranging themselves.
Marcus insisting my father had died with nothing.
Marcus telling me I had inherited debt.
Marcus pressuring me to sign the divorce settlement quickly.
Marcus accusing me of being unstable when I asked questions.
It had never been about the marriage.
It had been about the shares.
Alexander looked at the USB drive.
“We need to see what’s on this.”
I handed it to him.
He connected it to an isolated laptop.
A single folder appeared.
STAY AWAY FROM THE CHILD.
My chest tightened.
Alexander’s face hardened.
“What does that mean?”
The folder contained one video.
I clicked it.
Static.
Then Daniel appeared.
Older.
Tired.
Alive.
My entire body froze.
He was sitting in a dark room.
He looked directly into the camera.
“Claire, if this video is playing, then you found the box.”
He took a breath.
“There are three things you need to know.”
A pause.
“The first is that your father’s shares were never stolen.”
He looked toward the door.
“They were transferred willingly.”
I frowned.
“To whom?”
Daniel’s face tightened.
“The second is that Marcus knows you survived.”
My blood went cold.
“He knows where you are.”
Alexander’s hand found mine.
Then Daniel said the sentence that destroyed everything I believed.
“And the third…”
He leaned toward the camera.
“The little girl is the reason they will never stop.”
The video cut out.
Silence.
I stared at the black screen.
“Mia?”
Alexander nodded slowly.
“We need to know why.”
Then his phone rang.
He answered.
It was his head of security.
His expression changed.
“Say that again.”
A pause.
He stood straight.
“Lock down the house.”
I got up.
“What happened?”
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He looked at me.
“Mia is missing.”
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