Before I could process the full weight of what I was seeing, the phone vibrated again.

Because in that moment—

We both realized something.

If my father had meant Andrew…

He would have said his name.

A cold realization settled over us.

“He didn’t finish the sentence,” I said slowly.

Andrew nodded.

“Which means,” I continued, “we don’t know who he trusted.”

A sound echoed in the distance.

Footsteps.

Not ours.

We both froze.

This time, neither of us moved.

Because now—

We understood.

We weren’t alone.

And whoever had been watching my father…

Might have just found us too.