Her eyes filled instantly.
“And what matters to you…” she began, voice trembling.
He did not let her finish.
“You. The boys. Your sister. My family. This home. Everything.”
The certainty in his voice was absolute.
Martin stepped forward again, tone grave.
“There is more.”
Zayn turned sharply.
Martin pulled up another clip.
Earlier footage.
Different angle.
Ben standing outside the perimeter the previous night — watching.
Not rushing.
Not panicking.
Watching the house in silence.
Waiting.
Calculating.
A chill moved through the room.
“This was not impulsive,” Martin said quietly. “He has been observing the residence. Learning patterns.”
Zayn’s jaw tightened.
“He is escalating.”
“Yes.”
Lena felt her pulse roaring in her ears.
“He attacked Lana… and now he came here…”
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