Before I could process the full weight of what I was seeing, the phone vibrated again.

He thought someone close was involved,” Andrew continued. “Someone with access.”

I stared at him.

“You mean you.”

He shook his head immediately. “No. Not me.”

“Convenient,” I said.

“I know how it looks,” he admitted. “But listen to me—he came to me three days before he died. Gave me his phone. Told me if anything happened to him… I should get you somewhere safe.”

I felt like the ground beneath me had shifted.

“That doesn’t make any sense,” I whispered.

“He didn’t want to scare you,” Andrew said. “And honestly… I didn’t believe him at first. I thought it was paranoia.”

“And now?” I asked.

Andrew gestured around the cemetery.

“Now I’m not so sure.”

Silence settled between us.

My mind raced, trying to piece together something—anything—that made this logical.

“You expect me to believe,” I said slowly, “that my father was involved in something dangerous, died mysteriously, and instead of telling me, you decided to fake a message from him and run around like a ghost in a graveyard?”

“When you say it like that, it sounds insane,” he admitted.

“It is insane,” I snapped.

Andrew stepped closer, lowering his voice.

“I wasn’t on a trip with my mistress,” he said.

I laughed bitterly. “Really? Because I have proof—”

“I needed her cover,” he cut in.

I blinked.

“What?”

“She works in cyber security,” he said. “I needed someone who could help me access the phone without triggering anything.”

My head spun.

“So you cheated on me for… tech support?”

“No,” he said firmly. “I used the situation to make it look like I left you. So no one would connect me to you tonight.”

My anger faltered, replaced by something far more dangerous:

Uncertainty.

“Why go through all this?” I asked.

Andrew looked me straight in the eyes.

“Because your father was right.”

The words landed heavy.

“He wasn’t sick the way they said,” Andrew continued. “His records—there were inconsistencies. Medications that didn’t match his condition. Timing that doesn’t line up.”

I felt my breath shorten.

“You’re saying… he was killed?”

“I’m saying,” Andrew replied carefully, “that someone made sure he didn’t live long enough to talk.”

The world seemed to tilt.

I looked at the grave behind me.

Fresh soil.

Fresh loss.

And now—

Doubt.

My hands trembled.

“Why bring me here?” I asked.

Andrew nodded toward the phone.

“Check the last video.”

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