CHAPTER 9 The Man Who Returned From the Dead
Daniel didn't sleep that night.
Neither did Emma.
The Harrington mansion was filled with police officers, investigators, and lawyers.
But everyone knew something.
The danger wasn't outside.
It was inside.
At 4:17 in the morning...
The security alarm activated.
Daniel woke instantly.
He grabbed a flashlight and walked downstairs.
Emma was already there.
"You heard it too?"
He nodded.
They moved through the dark hallway.
The old mansion felt different at night.
Every painting.
Every shadow.
Every locked door.
Seemed like it was watching them.
Then they heard it.
Footsteps.
Someone was inside.
Daniel raised the flashlight.
"Who's there?"
Silence.
Then a voice answered.
"You look just like him."
Daniel froze.
The man stepped into the light.
Around thirty years old.
Dark hair.
Sharp eyes.
A scar across his eyebrow.
Emma stared.
Because she recognized him.
Not from memory.
From the photograph.
The third child.
Noah Harrington.
Daniel couldn't speak.
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Noah smiled slightly.
"Hello, brother."
