CHAPTER ELEVEN

RAIN

The weeks before the birth went surprisingly well and almost cheerfully, especially considering everything that had happened. Maybe there's something to the idea that going through tough times together brings people closer—and strengthens them.

We both became more mentally ready for whatever life was going to throw at us.

My relationship with Kay improved even more, and we indeed grew much closer. It was wonderful to observe the subtle, delicate, but delightful changes happening in Kay. I fully realized what Adam once told me: that Kay's true nature wasn't distant or cold, and certainly not cruel, but rather sweet and caring.

Every day, he spent some time nesting, adjusting, improving, and changing the arrangement, patterns, and colors. I watched with joy because it brought him meditative peace, just as nesting was supposed to work for omegas. This missing piece smoothly fell into place, and Kay's energy began to stabilize even more, preparing him for parenthood.

His unexpected calmness and cheerfulness almost shocked Adam, who seemed baffled by the change. One day, he approached me on the patio and shared his conclusions: that Kay hadn't built nests when he was with Maurice for very specific reasons. Adam suspected that this might indicate a certain emotional immaturity in their relationship, or rather, how Kay felt in that relationship, as if he had relied entirely on Maurice, on the 'nest' Maurice created with his energy. I agreed with him, as these were my conclusions as well.

Kay found a source of peace within himself, in his omega nature, which had great strength—the kind of power I saw in my dad every day, despite his even more traumatic past. Seeing this come alive in Kay was a wonderful, satisfying process. It was then that I first understood the deep significance of omegas nesting, and how intrinsically it was tied to their very being.

As for us?

It was… wonderful. Long conversations, hours of cuddling, walks on the beach… I got to know Kay, truly know him, as he revealed his soul to me, layer by layer. We became not only lovers but also trusted friends. Frequently, we would just sit on the large patio behind Marco's house, with its romantic view of the sea. I would lie with my head on his lap while he stroked my hair, his eyes resting on my face with an expression of tenderness I had never seen before.

Sometimes it was the other way around; he would lie in my arms on the sofa, and I would gently stroke his face, my hand sometimes slipping down to his belly, feeling the light kicks from Ray. When I put my ear to his stomach, I could hear the baby's heartbeat, which brought me immense joy. This little life was growing inside him—a precious life I helped save.

One day, a week before the birth, as we were enjoying a pleasant afternoon, I whispered to Kay, "I'll love him as if he were my own flesh and blood. It will be an honor for me to be his father."

Kay blinked, a pearly tear escaping from under his eyelid. "Thank you for those words. But you know… someday we'll have our own children too; we are True Mates after all," he said, smiling softly, his words carried a promise of the future, of family, of unity.

I grinned back at him. "I'm glad you said that, but it changes nothing—I will treat Ray as my own child. I will love him and give him everything I would give my own firstborn. And if you agree, I'll adopt him too, and give him my last name."

Kay raised his hand and quickly wiped his cheek. "Your last name? Hmm… Is there a proposal in there?" He huffed slightly.

"Maybe there is!" I laughed, somewhat embarrassed. "But you deserve a much better marriage proposal, more romantic than this. I wanted to wait until you gave birth, and we could spend some time alone. I planned to cover the whole room with rose petals and lit candles, you know, something really romantic. But maybe I'll tell you now, even though True Mates are considered married by default, I would like to have an official marriage too."

He sighed with mock indignation. "I agree, but I still demand the other version with rose petals and candles. Deep down, I'm a romantic!"

I gently stroked his belly. "Then you'll get it. Oh, Ray agrees too, I felt his kick! I think he wants to set the date for… May next year?"

***

Kay's labor began right on his due date, as if his pregnancy had followed a precise schedule. We went to the hospital, where the Sanders had rented a private room for Kay, with his own doctor and two omega midwives to assist.

Adam and Marco were probably more nervous than I was, and Kay's in-laws bombarded us with texts every few minutes. They seemed hesitant to come in person, likely fearing they'd add to the anxious crowd around Kay and stress him out more. I greatly appreciated their respectful distance.

From the start, the contractions were pretty intense, and Kay was letting out loud groans. I had a plan, though—one that my alpha father had shared with me—the secret to how all of my dad's births had been almost painless. I sat behind Kay and focused as my father had instructed, imagining my energy absorbing the sharpest pain Kay was feeling. After a while, I felt him relax slightly, his breathing deepening and lengthening.

"Wow," he murmured, "that contraction wasn't so bad. Are you doing some True Mate magic, Rain?"

I laughed, kissing his neck, which was slightly damp with sweat. "My father shared this secret with me. Let's see how well I can manage taking some of the pain from you."

"I've read about this," Kay murmured, giving me a long look from under his lashes. Then, with amusement, he added, "But there's so much talk about how alphas could never handle the pain of childbirth, so I guess we'll put it to the test today," and he smiled mischievously.

As it turned out, I handled it quite well, or at least I didn't let it show. My back was soon drenched with sweat, as the constant concentration left me exhausted. For the next few hours, I focused on easing his pain with great determination. I didn't give up, despite growing tired, I approached it with positive energy. Kay wasn't tense; he endured the hours of labor cheerfully, showing no significant signs of fatigue, and described the pain as moderate and manageable.

However, I didn't try to take all the pain away because my father had said that for every omega, childbirth is also a rite of passage into maturity, proof of their ability to harness powerful, primal strength. So I only took away the worst of the pain and moments of exhaustion, alleviating them, being his supportive partner—but without taking over completely.

Finally, after about six hours, Ray's head emerged, followed shortly by his entire small body.

"Will the father cut the umbilical cord?" said the young omega who was our midwife.

I looked at Kay, and he smiled broadly. "Yes! Have the father cut the umbilical cord," he repeated, his eyes moist.

So, I cut it, feeling a lump rise in my throat, and then the midwife handed me Ray's tiny, swaddled body. My own eyes filled with tears as I gazed at his small, red, wrinkled face. It might not be beautiful to many, but to me, it was perfect because I had fought for his life and health. In that struggle, I had built a love for this tiny human who came into this world innocent, hoping for love and acceptance—just like all of us.

"I love you," I whispered, touching his cheek. "I will protect you, just as I will always protect your dad, measuring it to your needs. You will always be my dream of fatherhood come true!" I leaned in and kissed his red forehead.

Kay's cheeks were still wet with tears. He reached out, placed a hand on my shoulder, and whispered, "There's more love in this room than just what you have for this little boy. Thank you for everything, Rain. It's just as I told you before—that Fate took something from me, but in every loss, there's a new beginning, and it's happened for me."

I lay down beside him and placed the baby in his arms.

"Thank you for your support, Rain," he added. "Once again, you were there for me in a perfect way. Helping, but not taking over."

"We are a team, remember?" And I winked.

Kay responded with a wide smile and lowered his head to carefully study Ray's tiny face, gently touching his small nose, ears, and chin, as if wanting to learn him, to know him, to welcome him into the world.

"A new chapter," I whispered.

"A new chapter," he echoed with a smile.

Then my phone pinged with a text. I glanced at it instinctively and saw the sender: 'Jackass'

The message read: "I have a feeling you just became a father. Congratulations! And guess what, brother? From my low points, I've reached the heights. There are shortcuts, after all! I've found my own True Mate!"

We both burst into laughter as I showed the screen to Kay. Maybe Fate was indeed starting to look more favorably on our family?

***

Later that same day, the Sanders came to see their grandchild. They respectfully waited until Kay's nap was over. As they entered the room, I could see tears of joy in Danny's eyes, and when he cradled little Ray in his arms, his lips were trembling.

John also had glossy eyes as he leaned over Ray's small body.

"Thank you, Kay. You did wonderful," Danny whispered, kissing Ray on the head. "He is perfect!"

Kay also looked somehow emotional and touched, and secretly wiped away a tear or two.

Then Danny glanced up at me and smiled. "I'm happy you are in his life. I know you both will be great parents for Ray."

"I will treat him as my own. He will never feel less than that. I promise you," I said with seriousness in my tone.

Danny sobbed quietly as he handed Ray to John.

Then he came over and embraced me tightly.

"Thank you. He is all we have."

For some reason, I felt a wave of happiness. They also deserved a bit of hope and joy after losing their only child. Maybe I wasn't always fair to them? Especially on a day like this—I could also grow up a littlebecause I was stepping into the role of a father. How would I feel if I lost my own child, would I always behave perfectly?

And suddenly those words escaped me, "I'm also sorry for the rough start we had. I want you to know I hope we'll become friends in the future. And we'll create a village for Ray."

"That's what I hope for too, son," John said, reaching out his hand to me. I shook it with a smile. We all deserved new beginnings.

***

The early days of our life with a newborn were, of course, very chaotic. Soon, my parents came to visit us too. I thought Kay might feel a bit overwhelmed by their presence, but I was very wrong. He gratefully accepted my dad's advice, which was very reasonable and well-suited to Kay's personality, given in just the right amounts. My dad always had a great sense of diplomacy.

My parents stayed with us for a week, schooling us in all things young parents should know. I watched as my dad held little Ray with such tenderness, occasionally sniffling and murmuring to himself about how it was a shame that eight children was my father's limit—because he would have loved to have more. Hearing that… well—my alpha father pretended NOT to hear it, and I grimaced slightly, as if in perfect understanding.

"Seriously. I think eight is more than enough!" I quipped.

Dad just sighed and stroked Ray's head, looking at him warmly.

"Children are so wonderful."

"Until they grow up?" I offered with a smirk.

"Always! Only a parent's heart can understand. All that effort, sleepless nights, thousands of diaper changes, and yet nothing was better in my life—well, maybe except meeting your father!" He grinned and winked at me.

"Those two things are connected," I joked, taking little Ray from his hands and gently patting his back to help him burp.

"Ray is, in a way, my first grandchild—the first one I can hold in my arms," Dad whispered.

I fell silent. I knew he was thinking about River, his oldest son and the only omega among my brothers, who had run away from home as a teen with a man more than twice his age. That man had forbidden River from contacting his parents. I was just a little kid back then, but I remembered how much my dad had suffered because of it. We knew from my father's cousin, a retired policeman who was still able to obtain information from his old contacts, that River had five children—but no one in our family had ever met any of them. His husband hated our family and refused to let River see us.

Wanting to change the subject, I asked, "What do you think about Storm's situation? That's quite a story, probably the weirdest way to meet your True Mate."

Dad nodded. "I have a strange feeling that there are more surprises ahead for our family. Just yesterday, Storm called me and said something was brewing with Nathaniel."

"I just can't grasp it! Does he really possess this amazing 'sense' for matchmaking? He guessed correctly that Kay was my True."

"Well, he believes in it. Maybe there's something to it?"

"Because he's a purple alpha?" I grimaced slightly, rocking Ray gently to help him burp even more.

"I don't know if that's the reason, but it can't be ruled out. I know you all looked at him skeptically, but he really does have good intuition. Also, something has changed with that boy's situation—the one from Skye's graduation ceremony. There have been some new developments. Maybe there's a chance for Skye too? Storm is convinced they could be a perfect match."

And my dad smiled. I rolled my eyes slightly.

It was still hard for me to believe in my brother's talent for something as extraordinary as pairing people up—finding their High or True Mates? It seemed too magical. Of all people, Storm didn't fit that role with his heavy and unrefined personality.

And yet, I had proof of it. How strange.

Eventually, Ray let out a cute burp.

"Finally, you'll feel better now, little one," I gently stroked his silky black hair, which densely covered his entire head. His eyes were a dark navy blue. I studied him for a moment.

"In your experience, what color can these eyes turn later?"

"All newborns have these navy-blue eyes. It's hard to guess if he'll have gray eyes or more blue, but his hair will probably be like Kay's—it's already so raven-black. Look at his dark eyebrows."

"He'll grow up to be a handsome boy. Aww, his eyes are closing; I'll put him in his bed."

Ray's crib was attached to our bed, so Kay could chestfeed him at night without getting up, and so Ray wouldn't get crushed by one of us. But on my dad's advice, he often ended up between us anyway, and somehow, we both slept much more still when he was there, as if our bodies sensed the little human's presence.

Dad also gave us another piece of advice, something very different from what's usually recommended to parents with a newborn.

He suggested we try being intimate. At first, I was shocked because Kay was swollen and sore, barely able to sit. But Dad just smiled innocently and said that the first moment would be uncomfortable for Kay, but if we slept connected that way, the next day everything would heal, and Kay would feel like new—and Dad winked.

The advice seemed a bit crazy, but Kay was willing to try because he was so sore after childbirth that he was tired of constantly shifting from one buttock to the other to ease the discomfort.

The first moment wasn't particularly pleasant, but it turned out that Dad's advice worked wonders. After spending the night connected, the next day Kay got up completely pain-free. Our Bond had healed his sore parts.

The very next day, we could return to our sweet routine of night half-asleep-sex, that we both cherished so much.

Meanwhile, my parents, feeling their mission was accomplished and having imparted essential knowledge, said their goodbyes and returned home. They had a charity concert scheduled in their town and needed to get back.

So, we were left on our own—well, Adam and Marco were still with us, and they couldn't get enough of little Ray. They helped with most of the tasks, significantly lightening our load. With three extra pairs of hands, Kay could sleep peacefully, and those first weeks weren't so bad at all. We definitely couldn't complain that the beginning of our parenthood was overly challenging.

It was also wonderful to see that Kay didn't experience the typical mood drops or frustrations many new parents feel—the sense of powerlessness, exhaustion, or shock from the new routine and sleepless nights. The presence of our small 'village' smoothed the process of adapting. He could relax without feeling overwhelmed. Marco, Adam, and I took care of the newborn while he rested, allowing him to get used to the new situation.

Besides, Ray was the kind of newborn who could sleep at least six hours without waking up to feed, which was crucial for Kay's recovery and maintaining a good mood.

So, I would call the first month a success.

RAIN

When the second month started, a lot had changed, at least for me. For Kay, the world remained the same, but mine was about to undergo an unsettling transformation.

It all began when Nathaniel asked me to resend a piece of code I had sent him the previous week, which I had mistakenly pasted into the wrong email. While checking my inbox, I came across a message from Detective Moor, containing the recording from the day of the attack.

Since I was alone in the room, I clicked on the attachment and, for some reason, played it. I listened to the message again.

"Shooting at Adam's house."

Then the dispatcher's voice: "Please repeat—"

And again: "Shooting at Adam's house. Adam Darnell, three victims."

Suddenly, something dawned on me, something I hadn't noticed before. Strange that it had never crossed my mind earlier. Blinking rapidly, I sprung to my feet. Kay was feeding Ray in the living room, but his phone was next to our bed. I quickly turned it on and wrote down John Sanders' number.

I rushed out of the house, my hands slightly shaking as I dialed the number.

"Hello?"

"This is Rain Nolan."

"Oh, Rain."

There was a moment of awkward silence. I had never called him before, and it must have been a bit unusual for him.

"I wanted to discuss something strange with you. Kay, Adam, Marco, and I decided not to ask you this question earlier, worrying it might create an uncomfortable atmosphere. But I think I should bring it up now because something is bothering me," I said, sounding desperate.

"What are you talking about, son?"

"Do you remember the night Kay and I were attacked?"

"Of course, what about it?"

"I need to know if you were responsible for sending that shooter. Did you hire security to watch our house and intervene when necessary?"

John sighed.

"I wish I could say it was our initiative, but we were too naive, believing the Dawson family had learned their lesson and wouldn't stoop so low—"

"I know from Adam that your brother was in the military. He could know people like that."

"Garry doesn't even live in the States anymore. He's been in Paris with his new husband for a year. I wouldn't dare bother him. It wasn't our initiative, sorry to disappoint you. But we also have our theories about who it could have been."

I sighed. More theories? I'd heard so many already. Still, I asked, "What theories?"

"Maurice had a good relationship with his martial arts instructor. He mentioned a few times that if he ever needed extra protection for Kay, that's who he'd turn to."

"Did this instructor ever meet Kay or Adam?"

"He saw Kay when Maurice competed in Muay Thai contests, but I don't think they ever talked. And Adam never attended those competitions. He wasn't into combat sports."

"I didn't know Maurice competed," I murmured, feeling embarrassed. Maybe I should have taken up some martial art courses too? Maurice took his mission to protect Kay so seriously…

"Yes, his instructor, Tony Aldo, trained him for years. Maurice trusted him a lot. The man was quite peculiar, he lived in a cabin in the woods, hunted his own food, often taking Maurice along. Though I never understood this hobby of his."

I rubbed my forehead nervously. "Are you sure this instructor never met Adam? Didn't know him?"

"I don't know why you're asking, but I don't think so. Adam had his own friends, and Kay and Maurice kept to themselves. Adam is somewhat a homebody. I doubt the instructor even knew who he was or remembered his name."

I felt a headache coming on.

This was leading nowhere. I had a strong feeling that whoever made that call during the attack likely knew Adam. Instinctively, in a moment of stress, he mentioned only his first name. This could also indicate he knew him only vaguely and couldn't recall his last name, but for me—the way the shooter said it suggested he knew exactly which Adam he was talking about. I couldn't quite pinpoint it, but I was almost sure I was right.

Whoever it was, he wasn't a stranger.

The next few days, I was restless. Something kept nagging at me, making it hard to sleep. I'd lie there, tossing and turning, with a strange feeling of being watched, a sense of an eerie presence in the house. Sometimes the hair on my neck would stand up when I heard faint noises. I'd lie there paralyzed, afraid to move, fearing the worst. And no—I didn't think the threat was physical because I would've gotten up without hesitation. In my confusion and muddled state, I believed the threat was… paranormal.

One day, I clearly heard it, very faint, almost imperceptible rustling. When I concentrated, I thought I could hear someone's heartbeat.

Not wanting to believe I was going crazy, seeing supernatural forces at work, I decided I couldn't take it anymore. One day, while Kay was napping, I went to Marco's office, as the small server managing the camera system was there.

I started reviewing the night footage, occasionally smacking my head, trying to shake off my crazy ideas. That's insane, Rain! And indeed, nothing seemed suspicious. The motion sensors showed no movement, the cameras captured only an empty yard. But as I examined the footage and logs, something caught my eye. There was a discrepancy in the dates of the files. Sometimes there were twenty-minute or even half-hour gaps! It seemed off.

I analyzed the segments and noticed the camera recorded for 30 minutes, then saved the files in a folder with a timestamp. But I remembered what the technician told us—the recordings also go to a backup archive. They were uploaded to the cloud in real-time, and the originals were saved on the drive with a proper date stamp.

I checked who might have access to the folder and realized that Marco had set the admin password to be Kay's birthdate! The cloud access password was still the default one—the technician had written down for us on a slip of paper. I opened a drawer and nervously rummaged through it but found nothing. Then, on impulse, I lifted the laptop and, with a sigh of relief, saw that Marco or Adam had taped the slip to the bottom of the laptop. Not the safest or smartest place, but it worked in my favor. I entered the password and logged into the cloud. Sure enough, some files were much longer! There were significant differences in the file sizes of the camera recordings, and my heart started racing.

My throat was dry as I opened the complete file from the garden camera recorded at the time when I had heard some rustling noises I'd dismissed as auditory hallucinations.

With trembling hands, I played the video and froze…

A figure was approaching the building—dressed entirely in black, even his face was wrapped in black.

My heart raced, feeling like it would burst out of my chest. I wiped the sweat from my forehead, my breath catching in my throat. I switched to the view from the entrance camera.

Whoever it was, he used the password—he knew the access code to Marco's house! I cursed under my breath, a string of foul words escaping. The intruder did something more; I saw him bending over the panel, fiddling with it. Was he erasing logs? If so, how, without knowing the master code? Or—did he know it?!

The camera's range was limited, but one showed part of the living room. I saw the dark silhouette moving toward the stairs.

My throat constricted painfully. I nervously fast-forwarded the recording. Whoever entered spent exactly 27 minutes inside—what was he doing during that time?

My hands were sweaty, new droplets constantly forming on my forehead and temples. How could I have been so stupid to think we were safe?

But when that thought crossed my mind, another replaced it—I somehow knew, I was sure, that this person was also the shooter who killed our attackers. So, would he want to harm us now? If not, what was he doing here?

I quickly reviewed the other recordings. This man had been coming to our house since the day of the birth, regularly every three or sometimes five days, always spending about half an hour inside, sometimes even 40 minutes.

Fed up with nervously staring at the dark silhouette roaming the house, I quickly logged out, closed all the windows on the screen, and left Marco's office, biting my lip almost to the point of bleeding. What should I do?!

I was in bad shape, unable to focus, but I knew I had to calm down before Kay saw me. For now, he was asleep, as was Ray.

So, I went outside, hoping the fresh air would ease some of my stress, and called Adam, pleading with him to come over because I had something urgent to take care of in the city.

Adam tried to ask what it was about, but I just barked at him to hurry up. He arrived 20 minutes later, and I was glad Kay hadn't woken up yet because I knew I wouldn't be able to explain why I felt so anxious—he would surely sense it via our Bond. Adam's eyes widened when he saw me.

"Gosh, Rain, what's going on? Why the rush? Did something happen? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"Something like that," I muttered under my breath, but quickly added, "It's nothing, just a little surprise I need to handle for Kay. Don't tell him anything. I'll be back in about an hour."

Adam went into the house, and I quickly drove to the city, to the headquarters of the company that installed our cameras and additional sensors. Fortunately, they were still open, so I went in and asked to meet with the manager. Luckily, he was there too. I had a brief conversation with the man, during which I asked how to add more cameras to the system. He was kind enough to provide the information and even offered me a discount on additional cameras. I bought it, no hesitation. Armed with the knowledge of how to integrate them into the system, I headed back home.

Still uneasy, I used the drive back to take deep breaths and get over my nerves so that Kay wouldn't ask me any questions. I even stopped by the shore to work on my state of mind, trying to rationalize everything for Kay's sake. My mate was still in a sensitive period, just one month after giving birth. With almost a superhuman effort, I finally managed to calm down, relaxing and pushing all my fears and strange thoughts into one corner of my mind, hoping Kay wouldn't notice.

When I got back, Kay greeted me with some surprise in his eyes, as we usually went shopping together. I explained that I had a flat tire and got a bit irritated with the whole situation. He looked at me carefully but said nothing.

Now, I just needed to find the right moment to install the cameras. As the evening was closing in, I finally chose to do it while he was in the bathroom bathing Ray.

Nervously glancing toward the room entrance, I installed a camera by the hinge of one of the side cabinets. The distinct wood grain pattern provided an excellent disguise. The camera was really small but required power, so I quickly drilled through the polish and ran a cable inside, hiding the battery behind a shoebox.

The whole surveillance system operated on Wi-Fi, sending their recordings to the central unit. I placed another camera in the hallway, near a decorative lamp, which provided good cover. The view showed part of the living room and the perspective of the door leading to Marco's office. Now, I just had to wait, hoping to catch this guy in the act.

Using the knowledge the manager from the camera services had shared, I created an additional folder named 'deleted'. For disguise, I filled it with 100 files that were just copies of original recordings with old dates. I set the path for the two new cameras to save their recordings to this folder, with read-only access for a single additional user who I named 'test user'. This way, no one else, not knowing the password, could access the files. For extra security, I also set them as hidden system files.

The next night, I struggled to fall asleep, but I woke up at the crack of dawn and rushed to Marco's office to check the recordings. But that night had been quiet; no one had shown up. I had to be patient.

The next night, still nothing, and the next…

Finally, on the fourth day, I was almost certain the man would appear. However, I was so exhausted from the tension and the effort to act normally during the day that I fell into a deep slumber.

I woke up late and couldn't check the cameras until the afternoon, when Kay took a nap and Marco was still out.

With trembling hands, I went over the recordings and… froze.

The man entered the house around 3:30 AM, the time when people are in their deepest sleep. He headed straight upstairs without any hesitation, slowing down only when he reached the door, then opened it very quietly; I knew the hinges were well-oiled and wouldn't creak.

The stranger stepped into the room where Kay, little Ray, and I were sleeping. Slowly, he approached the bed and stood over it. My heart pounded in my chest as the man hovered over Ray. A lump in my throat grew bigger as understanding dawned on me. He leaned over slightly; although the camera didn't show it clearly, even in night vision mode, it seemed like he gently stroked Ray's head.

After a moment, he stood up, moved to the side of the bed where Kay was sleeping, and also leaned over him. I realized I was clenching my fists so tightly that my nails were digging into my skin. Watching him gaze at Kay filled me with rising anger and… sorrow. I already knew. How could I not figure it out before?

But the man didn't touch Kay's face. His fingers lightly grazed over my True Mate's long braid, laying on the pillow next to his head. Then he turned and slowly left the room, closing the door behind him. He went downstairs, and the hallway camera showed him entering Marco's office.

My nerves were taut like bowstrings. I was sure he was editing the files and uploading shorter versions to the main folder. He stayed there for nearly 15 minutes before leaving and disappearing into a corner of the garden, where he jumped over the fence. I saw him do it with great ease and agility. Whoever he was, he was incredibly fit.

It was unbelievable. Impossible?

And yet, the only possible answer was in front of me the whole time. There could be no doubt who this person was—visiting Kay and Ray at night, who knew Adam, who knew the code to Marco's house, who could guess the password or maybe even knew it from when Marco installed the cameras in his house.

I pressed my hands to my face. I knew what I had to do.