Daniel knew the mystery behind their deaths pointed toward one person. The problem was that none of them knew who he was, and that uncertainty made everything heavier, more suffocating. It was like being trapped in a room with an invisible enemy, knowing he existed but having no way to find him.
The silence between them stretched, thick with tension.
"Let's not think about it for now," Anna suddenly said, her voice softer but firm enough to break the spiral of their thoughts. She realized they had been overthinking, digging themselves deeper into frustration without gaining anything useful. For now, they needed clarity, not exhaustion.
She shifted slightly and looked at him. "I checked on Mom this morning. I made sure to give her the impression that I'm starting to believe her."
Daniel gave her a knowing look. He did not need to ask why. That had always been the plan.
