“Run!”
The two men chased them through the crowded street.
They escaped into an underground parking garage and hid behind a luxury sedan.
The boy was shaking.
“My name is Noah.”
Emma knelt beside him.
“Who killed Sophia?”
Noah reached into his pocket and handed her a small silver key.
“My mom said this belongs to Grandpa.”
Emma frowned.
“Our grandfather died twenty years ago.”
“No,” Noah replied. “He’s alive.”
Emma stared at him.
“What?”
Before Noah could answer, a voice echoed through the garage.
“Found them.”
The two men were standing nearby.
But they weren’t alone.
An elderly man stepped from the shadows.
Emma gasped.
She recognized him instantly from old family photographs.
It was her grandfather.
The man everyone believed had been dead for two decades.
He looked directly at Emma.
“You finally found him.”
Emma could barely breathe.
“You… you’re alive?”
The old man nodded.
Then he revealed a shocking truth.
“Sophia didn’t disappear.”
Emma froze.
“What are you talking about?”
The old man looked at Noah.
“She spent eleven years hiding the only rightful heir to the Blake fortune.”
Silence filled the garage.
Emma slowly turned toward Noah.
The boy stared back at her.
Confused.
Scared.
The old man continued.
“Everything your family owns belongs to him.”
At that moment, a gun clicked behind Emma’s head.
A cold voice spoke.
“Then nobody leaves this garage alive.”
