Part 2: The Night Everything Fell Apart
Instead of driving home the usual way, I took a different route.
We approached our neighborhood quietly, stopping at a distance where we could observe without being seen.
At first, everything looked normal.
Then a van appeared.
It moved slowly, stopping in front of our house. Two men stepped out and entered using a key.
A key.
My mind raced with questions I couldn’t answer.
Moments later, something changed.
A strange smell filled the air. Then smoke.
Within minutes, our home was no longer the place we knew—it had become something unrecognizable.
I sat frozen, trying to process what I was seeing. My phone vibrated in my hand.
A message from Quasi:
“Just landed. Hope you and Kenzo are sleeping well.”
That was when the truth became impossible to ignore.
If we had gone home, we would have been inside.
Kenzo held onto me tightly, and I finally understood the weight of what had almost happened.
That night, everything shifted. Trust, safety, certainty—gone.
But we were still here.
And that meant we still had a chance.
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