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The door closes behind me.

And for the first time, I realize I’ve already lost everything.

58. Delayed Vacation

Bianca

Same day

The moment I open the door, I know something is wrong. It’s not just the two uniformed officers standing slightly behind him. It’s the man in the center.

Early thirties. Impeccable dark suit. The kind of gaze that has already decided everything.

Not a neighbor. Not a mistake. Someone who came for me.

My heart stumbles once.

“Miss Bianca Fabre?”

“Yes… that’s me.”

The silence that follows is too heavy, too final.

“You are under arrest for the attempted murder of Valeria Ivanov, industrial espionage, and conspiracy to commit a crime.”

The floor seems to vanish beneath me.

“You’re mistaken,” I say.

My voice trembles more than I want it to.

“There’s no mistake.”

His eyes flick briefly toward my stomach. A detail. A calculation.

“For your sake and your baby’s, I advise you to come with us without resisting.”

Panic surges violently, uncontrollably. I step back once, as though distance could still change anything.

“I didn’t do anything,” I whisper. “This is all a terrible misunderstanding.”

But the officers are already moving forward.

This is not a discussion. It’s a conclusion.

The hallway behind me suddenly feels unreal. My apartment. My belongings. My life. It’s over.

“Can I take something with me?” I ask almost automatically.

“You’ll be provided with whatever you need.”

No aggression. No compassion. Just procedure.

My hands are shaking. I try to think, to find a logical explanation. But there’s only one.

Someone talked. Or worse—someone saw everything.

My eyes land on my phone resting on the entryway console. I reach for it.