patterns.

And this pattern didn’t make sense.

Still, I agreed. Maybe out of habit. Maybe out of guilt. Maybe out of love that had lived longer than good judgment.

When the boarding call came at the airport, Sabrina grabbed Mark’s hand and rushed to the gate.

“We’re in Group A. See you on the plane, Leonard.”

When it was my turn, my seat assignment showed I was placed far behind them.

It wasn’t a family trip.
It was a setup.

And only because of Grace, I never boarded the flight that was never meant to bring me back.

Coming Home Alone

The taxi ride to my house felt unreal.
The people who shared my roof had orchestrated a plan for me to quietly disappear from this life thousands of feet above the ground.

That’s when another part of me woke up—the part trained to uncover fraud, expose schemes, build cases from scraps of evidence and quiet suspicions.

If they were bold enough to attempt something like this, there would be a trail.
And I knew exactly how to follow trails.