Section 5 – The Revelation in the Interrogation Room
Cold fluorescent light hummed above the metal table, casting a sterile glow on the walls.
“Sit down,” the guard growled, his hand still on the cuff. I obeyed, the metal biting my wrist.
Across from me, a thin file lay open, its contents suddenly vivid.
“Your sister, Sienna,” the interrogator said, flipping a photograph toward me. The image showed a teenage me, hair in a messy braid, clutching a locket with a faded photo.
My throat tightened. “That was… I thought she died in the fire.”
He smirked. “She survived. She was rescued, placed with a foster family, and grew up in the same city as you. Holden found her, paid the adoption agency, and trained her to be his eyes and ears.”
My mind raced, the memory of that locket—my mother’s—spinning like a broken record.
“Why would he do that?” I whispered, the words barely escaping my lips.
“Because you know too much,” he replied, “about the offshore accounts, the illegal shipments, the laundering of the construction contracts. The three million was never a settlement. It was a payoff to keep you quiet.”
Heat flooded my cheeks as I stared at the array of documents: bank statements, cargo manifests, a ledger marked “Project Whisper.”
“Holden used you as a pawn,” the guard muttered, sliding a folder across the table. Inside, a draft email from Sienna read, “Your loyalty is rewarded. The twins are secured. You will not interfere.”
My heart hammered. “The twins… the custody papers?”
He leaned in, his breath smelling of stale coffee. “He never intended to give you the twins. He intended to take them, sell them, and erase you.”
I closed my eyes, the sound of a newborn’s cry echoing in my head, a sound that now seemed like a cruel joke.
“You’ve been a pawn too,” I said, voice shaking, “but I won’t be a pawn any longer.”
He raised an eyebrow, as if amused by my sudden resolve.
“You have one minute before we move you.
