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Chapter 6 - THE PERSON WATCHING MY DAUGHTER

I ran outside.

“Hey!”

The person was already moving.

Fast.

Too fast.

I chased them around the side of the house.

But by the time I reached the street


They were gone.

Only one thing remained.

A small envelope lying on the ground.

My hands shook as I picked it up.

Inside was a photograph.

A photograph of Emily.

Holding newborn Juniper.

On the back, there was a message.

Three words.

“Trust no one.”

My heart raced.

I called Clara immediately.

She answered on the first ring.

“You found it?”

“You knew?”

“Yes.”

“Who was watching my house?”

Silence.

Then:

“You need to leave.”

“What?”

“Take Juniper and leave immediately.”

“Why?”

Her voice dropped.

“Because if they know you found Emily’s evidence
”

She stopped.

“What?”

“They will do anything to get it back.”

I looked toward my daughter.

Four years old.

Small.

Vulnerable.

But somehow she had survived all of this.

I grabbed my keys.

“Where can I meet you?”

“An old storage building on Fifth Street.”

“Why there?”

“Because Emily trusted nobody else.”

I hung up.

But before I could leave


My phone rang again.

This time it was Tabitha.

I answered.

“What do you want?”

Her voice sounded different.

Not angry.

Scared.

“Please listen to me.”

I almost laughed.

“Why would I listen to you?”

“Because Dad is lying.”

My eyes narrowed.

“What?”

“Everything he told you is only half the truth.”

My grip tightened around the phone.

“Where are you?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“Then why call?”

Her voice cracked.

“Because I made a mistake.”

A pause.

“I thought I was protecting our family.”

I looked at Juniper.

The little girl whose inhaler she had stolen.

“You almost killed my daughter.”

“I know.”

For the first time


Tabitha sounded ashamed.

“There’s something you need to know.”

“What?”

She whispered:

“Your father wasn’t the one who changed the DNA test.”

I froze.

“Then who did?”

A long silence.

Then Tabitha answered:

“Your wife’s father.”

I felt the blood leave my face.

“Emily’s father died five years ago.”

“I know.”

“Then how?”

Her voice became urgent.

“Because he wasn’t dead when Juniper was born.”

I couldn’t speak.

The call ended.

I stood there frozen.

Holding my phone.

Holding my daughter’s inhaler.

Holding a truth that made no sense.

Because if Tabitha was telling the truth


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Then someone had been controlling this family from the beginning.

And they were still watching us.

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