THE REAL MONSTER
The truth wasn’t Ethan.
It was deeper.
Hidden in the foundation of my house.
Records.
Tapes.
My mother’s voice.
“There were two Daniels. One kept. One taken.”
My grandfather.
Charles Whitman Sr.
Had ordered it.
One child kept.
The others erased.
“Complications,” he called them.
Then he appeared.
Alive.
He had faked his death.
Controlled everything from the shadows.
“You cost me decades of planning,” he told Hannah.
“You should have built it better,” she replied.
He smiled.
Then tried to disappear again.
But Hannah tied the yacht to the dock.
Refused to let him escape.
For the first time—
The man who controlled everything lost.
