Chapter 9 - THE NIGHT EVERYTHING EXPLODED

The police arrived within minutes.
The entire street was blocked off.
Neighbors stood outside watching.
But I didnât care.
I only cared about one thing.
Sophie.
She was shaking in my arms.
âDaddyâŠâ
âIâm here.â
âAre they coming back?â
I held her tighter.
âNo one is taking you.â
But deep downâŠ
I wasnât sure.
Detective Harris inspected the window.
âThis wasnât random.â
I looked at him.
âWhat do you mean?â
He pointed at the floor.
A small object lay near the broken glass.
A warning.
Not a weapon.
Not an accident.
A message.
Someone wanted us scared.
Jason stood behind me.
Quiet.
Too quiet.
I turned.
âYou knew this would happen.â
His face changed.
âNo.â
âYou knew who did it.â
Jason didnât answer.
That was enough.
I walked toward him.
âWho?â
He looked away.
âJason.â
His shoulders dropped.
âI made mistakes.â
âWhat mistakes?â
He took a deep breath.
âI helped Rachel.â
My jaw tightened.
âWhy?â
âBecause she convinced me you were dangerous.â
I stared at him.
âYou believed that?â
âI saw you angry sometimes.â
I almost couldnât believe what I was hearing.
âSo you helped destroy my family because my wife told you a story?â
Jason looked ashamed.
âI thought I was protecting Sophie.â
I shook my head.
âNo.â
I pointed upstairs.
âYou were protecting Rachel.â
He had no answer.
Detective Harris stepped forward.
âJason, you need to come with us.â
Jason didnât fight.
But before leaving, he stopped.
âDaniel.â
I looked at him.
âThereâs something you need to know.â
âWhat?â
Jason swallowed.
âRachel wasnât the one who started this.â
My heart tightened.
âWhat are you saying?â
He looked toward the street.
âShe was being pressured.â
âBy who?â
Jason looked at me.
And whispered:
âSomeone from your past.â
My blood ran cold.
âMy past?â
He nodded.
âSomeone who knows you better than anyone.â
The police took Jason away.
I stood in the broken living room.
My daughter upstairs.
My life falling apart.
And a terrifying thought entered my mind.
This was never just about Rachel.
Someone had been watching us.
Planning.
Waiting.
Then my phone buzzed.
Unknown number.
Again.
I answered.
No one spoke at first.
Then a familiar voice said:
âHello, Daniel.â
My entire body froze.
Because I knew that voice.
I hadnât heard it in ten years.
The voice of the person who had destroyed my family once before.
âDid you really think you could protect Sophie from me?â
I couldnât breathe.
âWho are you?â
A quiet laugh.
Then the answer came.
âYou already know.â
The call ended.
And for the first time in my lifeâŠ
I was afraid.
May you like
Not for myself.
For my daughter.