CHAPTER 165

The drive back to our house was quiet, but the air between Leon and me was charged with unspoken thoughts.

We were so close to achieving what we had set out to do—bringing justice for Hector and ending Justin’s reign of terror. But with every step forward, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was about to go terribly wrong.

When we arrived home, the house was eerily silent. The faint sound of the night outside was the only noise that filled the space.

Leon parked the car, and we both stepped out, the weight of the day still heavy on our shoulders. As we walked towards the door, I noticed how the shadows seemed to cling to the corners of the house, darker than usual. A chill ran down my spine, and I instinctively moved closer to Leon.

He must have sensed my unease because he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “It’s just the nerves, Margarette. Everything’s all right, okay? There’s nothing to worry.” he reassured me, his voice a comforting anchor in the dark