After dropping Jane off at school and explaining her lateness to the teacher, Skyler headed home.


As soon as she arrived, she pulled out her phone and scrolled through her gallery, searching for a face that matched the sketch.


But as she browsed, something else caught her attention—one of the letters from yesterday.



It was different from the rest. Yellow. Painted.


Quietly, she reached for it, picked it up, and opened it.



Her eyes scanned the words on the paper:




"She should have minded her business, Skyler. If only she had stopped investigating, she might still be here now.


Now, it seems you’re starting to remember tiny pieces of what happened that day, and I can’t let you remember, Skyler.


Do forgive me. I just can’t let you remember. See you soon."



Skyler’s heart pounded.



'What in the world? What incident? What day? What does this mean?'



She sat frozen, trying to process it all when her phone suddenly rang, jolting her back to reality.



She picked it up—her director was calling.



'Oh no. The movie. She had completely forgotten about the shoot with everything that had been happening.'



She answered, and his voice immediately came through.



"Miss Brooks, what is going on? We’ve been waiting for you for the past 30 minutes. Where are you?"



At that moment, she realised she didn’t care about the movie anymore. She had bigger problems.



"I’m very, very sorry, Mr Director, but I don’t think I can continue any longer," she said.



His voice rose sharply.



"What? What do you mean you can’t continue? This behaviour will not be tolerated, Skyler Brooks! I need an explanation—"



Skyler ended the call while he was still ranting.



The movie was the least of her concerns. Right now, she needed to figure out what the letter meant and who the hell was after her.




She also didn’t feel comfortable staying home alone while Jane and Jason were at school. She wasn’t taking any chances.



So, she went to the school.



The security guard was surprised to see her, but he let her in. She sat and waited until school was over.



When Jason and Jane spotted her, their faces filled with confusion as they ran toward her.



"Auntie! Auntie! Auntie! What’s wrong? Why are you here so early? Is something wrong?"



"No, no, no. I’m just... I’m just less busy, so I thought I’d pick you up on time. Come on, let’s go home."



"Okay," they said, though still looking puzzled.



Then Jane spoke up.



"Can we please get some ice cream? Please?"


Skyler sighed. "If you eat ice cream, you won’t have space for lunch."



"Please, please, please! Just ice cream and maybe some chicken? Please?"



Skyler looked at them. They were so scared last night. Maybe they deserved a small treat.


"Alright," she said.



Their faces lit up, and they headed off to get ice cream and some chicken.



By the time they returned home in the evening, Jane and Jason hesitated outside, still a little nervous.


So, instead of going in immediately, they strolled around for a while, exploring nearby places.



Eventually, Skyler decided they had walked enough.



"Alright, let’s go home," she said.



And so, they did.



After their baths, Jane was so exhausted that she fell asleep on the couch. Skyler picked her up gently and carried her to bed before returning to the sitting room.



It was already late—past 8 p.m.



Jason was busy working on his assignment, along with Jane’s, while Skyler spoke on the phone with a private detective.


She trusted this female detective, someone she was close to, and believed she could help uncover the truth behind everything happening.


Suddenly, the doorbell rang.



Both Skyler and Jason froze.



Skyler signalled for Jason to check through the peephole.

Moving cautiously, he tiptoed to the door, peered through, then turned back with a whisper.



“It’s a man.”


Skyler’s stomach twisted. She quickly motioned for Jason to come behind her, then stepped forward to check for herself.