Daniel's words echoed in her mind like a violin—soft, aching, impossible to forget. And just as Anna leaned in to kiss him back, she suddenly stopped.
Daniel blinked, already pouting. "Hey—"
"But how do we find the person who killed you?" she asked quietly, the question lingering between them despite everything that had finally been said and forgiven.
Daniel sobered.
He had thought about it too. Over and over. Yet no matter how far he searched his memories, the answer remained frustratingly empty.
"I can't remember having any enemies back then," he admitted. "Not beyond the Bennetts. And they were… too easy. I took them down without them even realizing who I really was."
Which meant something didn't add up.
"Then whoever it was," Anna murmured, "is still hidden."
Daniel nodded slowly. "For now, I think the only thing we can do is wait. Watch. If something strange starts happening around us again, maybe the truth will surface on its own."
Anna considered that, then nodded.
