Synopsis

The chipped paint was a silent accusation. Elara traced the jagged edge with a fingertip, a frown deepening between her brows. "Someone deliberately did this," she murmured, more to herself than to Liam. Liam knelt beside her, examining the damage. A perfect, circular hole marred the plaster, as if punched through by an unseen force. "It's odd," he said, his voice thoughtful. "No sign of forced entry, no tool marks... just a clean break." "A clean break," Elara echoed, her gaze sweeping