Imani Brooks: The Secret Truth, Kartoniert / Broschiert

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Weren't the heroes I believed them to be, what did that make us? Were we just pawns in a game too dangerous to understand, or worse, complicit in something we didn't even know was happening?

I turned the page again, my hands trembling slightly as I read more of the fragmented notes.

"The storm is closer than we thought. Trust no one, not even those closest to you. The Veil's reach is everywhere. If they succeed, it won't just be us-it'll be everyone."

I swallowed hard. It wasn't just paranoia. My father had been terrified, and for good reason.

Ethan stood behind me now, his voice steady but grim. "If this is true, then the Veil isn't just some shadow organization. They're after something bigger-something global."

Lily paced the room, her arms crossed. "And apparently, we're right in the middle of it. Perfect." Her sarcasm didn't mask the unease in her voice.

I placed the journal on the desk and turned to face them. "We can't sit here waiting for the next blow. We need answers, and we're not going to get them by staying in this penthouse. We have to find out who's behind the Veil and why they're targeting us."

Ethan nodded. "I'll dig into the video. Whoever leaked it had to leave a digital trail somewhere. No one's that perfect."

"And I'll..." Lily paused, biting her lip, uncharacteristically unsure. "I'll reach out to some contacts. People who know the underbelly of this city better than we do. If the Veil has a presence here, someone will know something."

I glanced between the two of them, my heart swelling with a mix of fear and determination. Whatever this was, it wasn't just my burden to bear. It was ours.

I took a deep breath and nodded. "Then it's settled. We find the Veil. We expose them. And we figure out what our parents were hiding-before it's too late."

But as I said the words, a flicker of doubt crept in. What if it already is?