AMARA POV
I froze.
My breath stopped so suddenly it hurt.
A man stood near the window, one arm locked tightly around Nina’s neck, the other pressing a gun against her temple. The late evening light spilling through the glass framed them like something from a nightmare,too sharp, too unreal.
But the horror on Nina’s face…
That was real.
“Make a sound,” he said calmly, almost lazily, “and I will kill her.”
My throat closed.
Sweat slid down my back.
My legs refused to move.
Dad’s eyes were open on the bed.
Wide. Motionless.Watching.
“Amara… please…” Nina whispered.
Her voice trembled violently, barely there.
The man’s grip tightened instantly, his fingers digging into her neck.
I could hear Nina choke.
“Come in,” he gestured with the gun, eyes fixed on me. “And call Mrs. Blak
