I folded the note slowly.
Carefully.
Like it might explode in my hands.
“Not even him.”
My eyes stayed on the paper a second longer than they should have.
Then I looked up.
The man hadn’t moved.
But something had changed.
He was watching me closer now.
Not politely.
Not patiently.
Calculating.
“What did it say?” he asked.
Simple question.
Dangerous question.
My grip tightened around the note.
“Just… something personal.”
His expression didn’t shift.
But his eyes did.
A flicker.
Disappointment?
Suspicion?
“Of course,” he said calmly.
Too calmly.
I took a step back.
“I think I should go.”
The pawn dealer shifted nervously behind the counter.
The door was still locked.
“No,” the man said.
Not loudly.
Not aggressively.
But final.
“You’ve spent twenty years hidden,” he continued. “Another five minutes won’t hurt you.”
“I didn’t ask to be hidden,” I snapped.
“That’s exactly the point.”
Silence.
I swallowed hard.
“Who are you?”
He exhaled slowly.
Like he’d been waiting for that question.
“My name is Victor Hale.”
The name meant nothing to me.
And yet—
The way he said it felt like it should.
“And my grandmother?” I pressed.
“You said you knew her.”
A pause.
Then—
“I knew her better than anyone.”
Something about that answer felt wrong.
Too personal.
Too heavy.
“How?”
Victor’s eyes dropped briefly to the necklace.
Then back to me.
“She worked for me.”
The words hit me like cold water.
“What?”
“She was one of the best I ever had.”
My mind struggled to catch up.
“Worked… doing what?”
Victor didn’t answer right away.
Instead, he walked toward the front window, glancing through the blinds like he was checking something outside.
Then he said quietly—
“Protecting people.”
I blinked.
“That doesn’t make any sense. She was—”
A grandmother.
Kind.
Soft-spoken.
Always baking, always smiling.
Victor cut in—
“She wasn’t who you think she was.”
My chest tightened.
“No,” I said. “You’re wrong.”
“I’m not.”
He turned back toward me.
“Your grandmother was assigned to guard someone very important.”
I stared at him.
“And?”
Victor stepped closer.
Slow.
Deliberate.
“She broke protocol.”
My heart started racing again.
“How?”
He looked directly into my eyes.
“She kept the child.”
The room spun.
“What child?”
I whispered.
Victor didn’t blink.
“You.”
“No,” I said immediately.
Too fast.
Too sharp.
“That’s not possible.”
But my voice—
It didn’t sound convinced.
Victor reached into his coat pocket.
Instinctively, I stepped back.
“Relax,” he said. “If I wanted to hurt you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
That wasn’t comforting.
He pulled out a small photograph.
Old.
Worn at the edges.
And held it out to me.
“Look.”
I hesitated.
Then took it.
My breath caught instantly.
It was my grandmother.
Younger.
Stronger.
Not the version I knew.
And beside her—
A man.
Victor.
But younger.
And in his arms—
A baby.
Wrapped in a blanket.
I felt my hands start to shake.
“That’s… not me,” I said weakly.
Victor didn’t respond.
Because deep down—
I already knew.
The necklace suddenly felt heavier in my hand.
Like it wasn’t just jewelry anymore.
Like it was a key.
Or a mark.
Or a warning.
“You weren’t supposed to grow up like this,” Victor said quietly.
“Then what was I supposed to be?” I demanded.
He didn’t hesitate.
“Untouchable.”
Before I could respond—
There was a loud knock on the door.
All three of us froze.
The pawn dealer’s face went pale.
Victor turned slowly toward the entrance.
Another knock.
Harder this time.
Then—
A voice from outside.
“Open the door. We know she’s in there.”
My blood turned to ice.
Victor’s expression changed instantly.
Gone was the calm.
Gone was the control.
Now—
He looked serious.
“Too late,” he muttered.
I grabbed his arm.
“Who is that?!”
He looked at me—
And for the first time—
There was urgency in his voice.
“The reason your grandmother hid you.”
The door handle started shaking.
Violently.
To be continued in Part 04
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