The safe house sat on the edge of a quiet residential district, hidden behind high walls and thick trees. From the outside, it looked ordinary. That was the point.
No flashy security signs. No government vehicles parked outside. No obvious guards standing at the gate.
Just another expensive home tucked away from the city. But appearances lied.
Motion sensors covered the property.
Hidden cameras monitored every angle.
Armed agents rotated through shifts twenty-four hours a day.
Ever since Clara's public confession, Sebastian's team had treated her like a high-value target. Tonight proved why.
Inside the house, Clara sat curled up on a sofa in the living room. A blanket covered her legs. An untouched cup of tea rested on the coffee table. The digital clock on the wall showed 12:17 a.m. Sleep refused to come.
Again.
Her conversation with Victor kept replaying in her mind. I loved you.
The words still made her uncomfortable.
