Frustration.

Fiona's POV

Everyone I've met never stopped reminding me how avenging my parents' death would make me lose my purpose. Little did they know, I had drowned myself so deeply into this chaotic life that I never had a purpose.

Whatever I have done to this day was for one thing: to see this family shatter into bits. Then Ethan Gray used this as a weapon to avenge his own daughter's death. I was nothing but a pawn in his game. But I knew exactly what to do to him.

This was all I thought about as I crept into the study room with a flashlight in hand, checking all the files and documents to get something on Mr. Brooks. I grabbed every unintelligible material, asking the ever-useful AI for their meanings, but none of it was useful.

I took a deep breath and pulled a drawer open. A ton of images fell out. I quickly arranged them, surprised to see they were of me. All my movements—from Mrs. Smith's home, to Antonio's home, to Anna's shop, even my trip to the prison—were captured. I smacked my lip