The screech of brakes shattered the silence.
Tires left deep marks on the pavement.
Father's voice boomed through the car.
"Turn around. Now!"
Switzerland was completely forgotten.
The suffocating tension in the car was unbearable.
Mother's fingers trembled uncontrollably.
Her gaze locked onto me.
Her eyes held a mix of shock and desperate hope.
Liam's expression shifted rapidly.
From disbelief to deep suspicion.
Finally settling into ghostly pallor.
The villa gates slammed shut behind us.
Father summoned his most trusted bodyguard.
"Investigate Luna Roscente."
"Every detail from birth till now."
The bodyguard nodded and left.
Light footsteps echoed down the stairs.
Luna descended gracefully in an elegant lace nightgown.
"Why are you back so soon, Mom and Dad?"
She tilted her head with a sweet smile.
"Did Stella board her flight safely?"
That smile now seemed unbearably false.
Mother suddenly stood and rushed forward.
She gripped Luna's wrist tightly.
"Where did you hear that song?"
Luna's face drained of color.
"M-Mom... what song are you talking about?"
"The one you were humming in your room days ago!" Mother's voice turned shrill.
Tears instantly welled in Luna's eyes.
"I don't remember..."
"Maybe I heard you humming it..."
The excuse was painfully weak.
Even Liam frowned.
"Does Mom ever hum lullabies?"
Mother slowly shook her head.
Disappointment overflowed in her eyes.
"I never hum songs."
Luna wrenched her wrist free.
She threw herself into Liam's arms.
"Why are you looking at me like that, brother?"
"Did Stella accuse me of something again?"
"She's always been jealous of me..."
Liam stood frozen.
For the first time, he didn't comfort her.
The foundation of trust had cracked.
Two days later, the bodyguard returned with findings.
Luna's records were flawless.
A model student raised in an orphanage.
Beloved by all, beyond reproach.
Only one anomaly stood out.
The director who strongly recommended her adoption.
Retired abruptly after Luna joined the Anderson family.
Vanished overseas without a trace.
The coincidence was too deliberate.
As if hiding something crucial.