The quiet of the house felt oppressive, every sound echoing off the walls as if amplifying the tension. Martha had retreated to the kitchen after Ethan cleared her, but the air between us still felt charged with an unspoken unease. Even though we had found nothing on her devices, the fact remained—there was a mole somewhere among us.
As Ethan began compiling a list of everyone who had been close to us during the past few months, my heart tightened with dread. The thought of questioning people like Sophia, Lucas, or even Ethan himself, made my stomach churn. These were people I loved, people who had been there for me and Ava in our darkest moments. The idea that one of them could be working with Ferraro felt like a cruel betrayal, twisting the knife even deeper into wounds that hadn't fully healed.
