Chapter 6 - A Mother's IntuitionInside the panic room, it was deathly quiet. I was huddled in the corner with Emma, who had finally fallen asleep despite the chaos. I looked at the security monitors on the wall.
The cameras showed the mansion in turmoil. People were being detained. The police were arriving—not the local precinct, but federal agents.
I saw Vanessa on the terrace, running through the rain, her dress torn, looking like a ghost in the black night. She wasn't heading for her car. She was heading for the greenhouse—the old, abandoned wing of the estate.
Why the greenhouse?
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I remembered cleaning it last month. I remembered the loose floorboards under the potting bench. My husband, Daniel, had told me things before he died—things about the "waterfront project." He said the truth was buried in the dirt.
I knew then: Vanessa wasn't just hiding. She was going to destroy the evidence.
