The drive from Bellini’s to my apartment took twelve minutes and a lifetime. Kyle’s hands stayed at ten-and-two, the way they do when a security consultant is also a brother. “Police are already on site,” he said, choosing words like stepping stones. “Locks changed. Mom and Dad are right behind us.” I watched the city smear past the passenger window and felt the line between before and after sharpen until it could cut. The parking lot looked wrong. An unfamiliar car in my space. Two cruisers idl