The ride home was silent, save for Zara's heavy breathing and the hum of the car engine. Mia sat in the front seat, glancing back at Zara every few seconds. Her older brother, Marcus, said nothing, his focus on the road.
Zara clutched the wooden box and journal tightly, her fingers trembling. She couldn't shake Gregor's words from her mind.
"What the heck was that, Zara?" Mia finally blurted. "Who was that guy, and why was he chasing you?"
Zara hesitated, her thoughts racing. She'd never lied to Mia before, but how could she explain this without sounding crazy?
"It's... complicated," Zara said, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Complicated?" Mia turned in her seat, her eyes wide. "Zara, you were running for your life! I think I deserve a little more than 'it's complicated.'"
"Leave it, Mia," Marcus said, his tone firm. "She'll tell you when she's ready."
Zara shot him a grateful glance, but Mia wasn't so easily deterred. "Fine," she said, crossing her arms. "But you owe me an explanation. A big one."
Later That Night
Back at home, Zara locked her bedroom door and placed the box and journal on her desk. She stared at them, her mind spinning.
The statuette gleamed under the soft glow of her desk lamp, its intricate carvings casting shadows on the walls. Zara couldn't deny it anymore—this was why her dad had been so secretive. This was why Gregor had broken into the storage unit.
She opened the journal again, flipping to the page about the statuette. Her dad's words stood out like a warning:
"The statuette is more than just a piece of history. Its true value lies in what it represents—and what it hides. The Novaks will stop at nothing to possess it. Zara, if you ever find this, protect it with everything you have."
Zara's chest tightened. What could the statuette possibly hide? And how was she supposed to protect it when she didn't even understand its significance?
Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her door.
"Zara?" her mom's voice called softly. "Are you okay?"
Zara quickly shut the journal and shoved the box under her bed. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said, trying to keep her voice steady.
Her mom hesitated before speaking again. "I know today was... a lot. If you ever want to talk about anything, I'm here."
Zara nodded, even though her mom couldn't see her. "Thanks, Mom. I'm just tired. I'll see you in the morning."
"Okay. Goodnight, sweetheart."
As her mom's footsteps faded down the hall, Zara exhaled deeply. She knew she couldn't involve her mom in this—not when it was already dangerous.
The Next Morning
At school, Zara's mind was elsewhere. Even Mia's persistent questions during lunch couldn't pull her back to reality.
"Zara, seriously, what's going on?" Mia asked, leaning across the cafeteria table. "You've been weird ever since last night."
"It's nothing," Zara mumbled, poking at her food.
Mia raised an eyebrow. "Nothing? You had some creepy guy chasing you, and now you're all jumpy and distracted. That doesn't sound like 'nothing.'"
Zara sighed, knowing Mia wouldn't let it go. She leaned in, lowering her voice. "Okay, fine. But you have to promise not to tell anyone."
Mia's eyes lit up with curiosity. "I promise. Spill."
Zara hesitated, then recounted everything—Gregor's break-in, the storage unit, the statuette, and her dad's journal.
By the time she finished, Mia's jaw was practically on the table. "So, you're telling me you have some ancient artifact that creepy McScarface wants, and your dad warned you to protect it? This is like something out of a movie!"
Zara groaned. "It's not a movie, Mia. It's my life. And I have no idea what to do."
Mia leaned back, her expression serious. "Well, for starters, you can't keep this to yourself. If this Novak guy is dangerous, you need help."
"I don't even know who to trust," Zara admitted. "What if the wrong person finds out?"
"Then we figure out who the right person is," Mia said firmly. "But you're not doing this alone."
Zara managed a small smile. For the first time since this whole mess started, she felt a glimmer of hope.