Voices.
Low whispers.
I stopped, pressing against the wall.
And that’s when I saw it.
A yellow light leaking through a crack.
I crept closer.
Another door.
A metal door with a lock.
Behind it… a room.
Shelves.
Boxes.
Folders.
And…
Photographs.
Photos of my house—but taken from inside.
From angles I had never seen.
Photos of my bedroom.
My bed.
Photos of me.
Sleeping.
My stomach twisted.
This wasn’t just a “strange brother.”
This was someone watching me.
Someone drugging me.
Someone entering my room while I couldn’t defend myself.
My hand trembled and the flashlight flickered.
On the desk inside the room was an open folder.
I read the title.
“PROPERTY — INHERITANCE — DOCUMENTS”
And below it… a sheet of paper with my full name.
My name.
With an empty space for a signature.
I heard Daniel speak again, closer now.
—We need to finish this before she becomes suspicious.
Another voice answered.
Deep.
Not someone from the house.
—What if she refuses to sign?
Daniel laughed softly.
—She’ll sign while she’s asleep.
Just like Mom.
My blood froze.
I covered my mouth to stop any sound.
Mom.
That meant… she didn’t just die.
Suddenly the metal door creaked.
It was opening from inside.
I stepped backward into the darkness and stumbled against the stairs.
