They needed my grandmother’s money for something.

And I was going to find out what.

Chapter 8 — The Empty Room

By the next morning, I had been quietly transferred to a private medical facility while the prosecutor’s office expanded my formal statement.

And Amber, Indigo, and Bruno arrived at my old hospital room, right on schedule, carrying a bag of fresh fruit and their usual arrogance, having come not to apologize but to intimidate me back into submission.

Instead of a frightened, cornered woman, they found an empty room, a hospital social worker, and two police officers.