The hidden room opened wider than Amara expected. Not just a space.
A vault. She stepped inside slowly, her breath catching as her eyes adjusted to the dim, controlled lighting.
Shelves lined the walls. Neatly arranged bundles of physical cash. Gold bars stacked with quiet precision. Drawers filled with jewelry, some pieces she recognized… some she had never seen before.
And at the center of it all. A large three-screen monitor setup sitting on a sleek desk. Amara froze.
Her heartbeat slowed, confused. "What… is this?" Her voice barely came out.
She took another step forward, almost afraid the room might disappear if she moved too fast. Her fingers hovered over the desk before she finally touched the computer. The screen flickered.
Then lit up. A loading signal. And then. Her father. Amara's breath broke instantly. "Dad…"
Her hand shot up to the screen, trembling as her palm pressed against his image, as she could reach through time itself. Her eyes filled immediately.
