As Iris got home, she started to study. She had always excelled in school. Reaching into her drawer, she took out a locket and squeezed it for a sense of relief. It wasn't the locket given to her by her brother; it was something far more significant.
She was just interrupted by her father's call from the office. An uneasy feeling crept over her. She opened the door to find Dain and Noah already seated around a polished mahogany table, their expressions serious.
"Iris, please sit down," her father began, his voice low and measured. "We need to discuss something important."
A shiver ran down Iris's spine; the comforting memory of her study session with Rachel seemed far away. She sat down, her hands trembling slightly.
"We've been reviewing the security footage from the night of the accident," Dain continued, his gaze unwavering. "There's something we need to show you."
A cold dread settled in Iris's stomach. The accident—something she had tried to avoid thinking about—was now the focus. Her mind raced with anxiety.
Noah slid a tablet across the table, and the screen flickered to life with a grainy image of the dimly lit street outside their house. A shadowy figure moved into view, sending a jolt of recognition through Iris.
The shadowy figure on the screen was unmistakable. Iris's heart pounded as she recognized the person walking slowly past the house. The figure's movements seemed deliberate, almost as if they were casing the place.
Her father's voice cut through her rising panic. "We believe this person may have been involved in the accident, or at least had some connection to it. We need to know if you've seen this person before or if anything about this seems familiar to you."
Iris stared at the screen, trying to make sense of the blurry image. "I—I don't recognize them. But they looked like they were watching the house. Could this be connected to the accident?"
Dain nodded gravely. "That's what we're trying to figure out. We've already contacted the authorities, but any additional information you can provide could be crucial."
Iris felt a chill. She had hoped that focusing on her studies would help her avoid these unsettling thoughts, but now, they were thrust into the spotlight. She shook her head, struggling to recall any relevant details. "I don't remember seeing anyone like that. I wish I could help more."
Her father placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's okay. We'll keep investigating and see if we can uncover more. For now, try to stay focused on your studies and let us handle this."
Iris nodded, trying to steady her breathing. Her fear was mingled with frustration; it felt as though she had no control over the situation.
As Iris returned to her room, her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. The sight of the shadowy figure had stirred up old memories and fears she had been trying to bury. She glanced at the locket in her hand, finding some solace in its familiar weight.
The next day at school, Iris struggled to concentrate. Rachel noticed her friend's distraction and gently nudged her during a particularly dull lecture.
"Hey, you okay?" Rachel whispered, her purple eyes filled with concern.
Iris forced a smile. "Just... a lot on my mind."
Rachel nodded, not pressing further but staying close, offering silent support.
Later, Iris bumped into Diego Wells in the hallway. His icy stare met hers, and she felt a flicker of irritation. Diego had never hidden his disdain for her, and the feeling was mutual.
"Watch where you're going," Diego muttered, barely disguising his contempt.
"Maybe you should try looking ahead instead of glaring at everyone," Iris shot back, walking past him without another word.
As she continued down the hall, she found herself face-to-face with Alex. His mischievous grin reminded her of their wager, and she couldn't help but smile despite the stress weighing her down.
"One more day until we find out who wins," Alex said, leaning casually against a locker.
"You're pretty confident for someone who's going to lose," Iris retorted, her competitive spirit flaring up.
Alex chuckled. "We'll see about that. How's your studying going?"
"It's going," Iris replied, though her thoughts drifted back to the security footage and the shadowy figure. "Just trying to keep my mind on track."
"Well, don't let the pressure get to you," Alex said, his tone sincere. "Remember, it's just a friendly wager."
Iris nodded. "I know. Thanks, Alex."
After class, Rachel joined Iris, and they walked to a nearby café. Rachel was her usual calm and supportive self, providing a welcome distraction from Iris's worries.
That evening, as Iris was getting ready for bed, her phone buzzed with a message from her father: "We found more footage. Come to the study room when you get home."
As she entered the study room, she found her father, Dain, and Noah already gathered around the table. The tablet was there too, ready to reveal more of the mystery.
"We found another angle," her father said without preamble, gesturing for her to sit.
Iris took her seat, steeling herself for what was to come. The screen flickered to life, showing a different view of the street. This time, the figure's face was partially visible, caught in a fleeting moment of light.
A gasp escaped Iris's lips. The face, though blurry, sparked a memory. "I think I've seen them before," she said, her voice trembling. "But I can't remember where."
Dain leaned forward, his expression intense. "Anything you can recall could help."
Iris closed her eyes, trying to focus. Bits and pieces of memories floated to the surface, but nothing was clear enough to grasp. "I need more time," she admitted, feeling the weight of disappointment.
Her father nodded, his gaze softening. "It's alright, Iris. We're making progress. Just remember, we're in this together."
Her father's gaze hardened, and the brief moment of understanding vanished. "We don't have time for you to be unsure, Iris," Dain snapped. "People's lives are at stake here."
Noah, his expression equally stern, added, "You need to take this seriously. Any detail, no matter how small, could be crucial. Stop wasting our time."
Iris flinched at their harsh tones, feeling the weight of their expectations pressing down on her. "I'm trying," she said softly, her voice trembling. "I really am."
Dain leaned back, a look of frustration etched across his face. "Trying isn't good enough, Iris. You need to dig deeper, remember where you've seen this person."
Iris felt tears prick at her eyes, but she blinked them away, refusing to let them see her cry. "I don't know what else to do," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Noah crossed his arms, his gaze cold. "Maybe if you spent less time daydreaming and more time paying attention, we wouldn't be in this mess."
"That's enough, Noah," Dain interrupted, though his tone lacked warmth. "We're all stressed, but taking it out on Iris won't help."
Iris felt a pang of resentment. They were always like this, expecting her to have all the answers, never giving her a moment to breathe. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.
"Just... give me some time," she pleaded. "I'll think about it, I promise. But I can't do this with you both pressuring me."
Dain and Noah exchanged a look, then Dain sighed. "Fine. We'll give you some time. But don't take too long. This is too important."
Iris nodded, grateful for the small reprieve. "Thank you," she whispered, before turning and leaving the room.
As she walked back to her room, the weight of their expectations still hung heavily on her shoulders. She knew she had to figure this out, but she didn't know how. All she could do was hope that somehow, she'd be able to piece everything together before it was too late.
Back in her room, Iris sat down at her desk, staring at her textbooks without really seeing them. Her mind was racing, trying to recall where she might have seen the figure from the footage. The pressure from Dain and Noah's harsh words lingered, making it even harder to focus.
The locket in her hand offered some comfort, and she squeezed it tightly, drawing strength from its presence. She closed her eyes, taking deep, steadying breaths, and tried to push everything else out of her mind.
"I can do this," she whispered to herself. "I have to."
Later, Iris went downstairs for dinner with her family. The atmosphere was tense, her father and Noah still discussing the investigation in hushed tones. Iris ate quietly, the weight of their expectations pressing down on her.
After dinner, she returned to her room, trying to study but finding it difficult to concentrate. Her phone buzzed with a message from Rachel: "Hey, want to go over some notes together later?"
Iris appreciated the distraction. She replied, "Sure, sounds good. Thanks, Rachel."
The next morning, as Iris walked into school, she felt a mixture of anxiety and determination. The figure from the footage was somewhere in these halls, and she was determined to find out who it was. As she passed Alex in the hallway, he gave her a confident smile.
"Ready to lose?" he teased.
"Not a chance," Iris shot back, her competitive spirit flaring up again. "Just you wait."
Alex laughed. "We'll see. Good luck, Iris."
"Good luck to you too," she