Breucy was still standing there, clutching her phone tightly.
The call from her mother had ended a few minutes ago, but her mother's panicked voice still echoed in her head.
Don't come home yet.
Those words kept repeating over and over.
Throughout her life, her mother had never been the type to scare easily. Even when there was a major problem, she always tried to look calm in front of Breucy.
But earlier had been different.
Her mother's voice had sounded like someone who was genuinely worried.
"Cy."
Breucy turned around.
Raka was standing beside her.
"Are you sure you don't want to tell me what really happened?"
Breucy stayed silent.
"I'm confused too, Rak."
"Confused about what?"
"Because it feels like everyone knows something about my life except me."
Raka didn't answer right away.
He knew it was true.
Naya, who had been quiet all this time, finally walked over.
"We can't stay here."
Breucy looked at her.
"Why?"
"Because if the person who came to your house knows we're here, they might come here too."
"You're talking like that person is dangerous."
Naya stared at Breucy.
"Do you really think someone who breaks into another person's house in the middle of the night is a good person?"
Breucy didn't answer.
She knew Naya was right.
But there was one thing she was still curious about.
"If you two know all this, why did you only show up now?"
The question made Raka and Naya fall silent.
Breucy watched their faces.
"See? There is something."
Raka sighed.
"I only found out two days ago."
"From where?"
"My brother."
Breucy raised an eyebrow.
"Your brother?"
"Yeah. His name is Reno."
"The one who lives out of town?"
Raka nodded.
"He helped your dad once."
Breucy grew even more confused.
"Helped him with what?"
Raka glanced at Naya.
"Looking for something."
"What?"
"I don't know for sure."
Breucy almost laughed in frustration.
"So you came to me with a problem, but you don't even know what the problem is?"
"Pretty much," Raka replied.
"This is crazy."
Breucy ran a hand through her hair.
"I need a reasonable explanation."
Naya sat down on a bench near the field.
"Sit down first."
Breucy hesitated, but eventually sat beside her.
Naya opened her bag again.
This time, she pulled out a brown envelope.
"I found this with the book earlier."
Breucy looked at the envelope.
"What's inside?"
"I haven't opened it."
"Why not?"
"Because your name is on the front."
Breucy immediately looked at the envelope.
She was right.
One name was written across the front.
BREUCY.
The writing looked old and had begun to fade.
Breucy's heart started beating faster.
"Why didn't you open it?"
Naya answered softly.
"Because I don't think this is something we should open carelessly."
Breucy took the envelope.
"This is my life."
She opened the seal.
Inside was a single sheet of paper.
Her hands trembled slightly as she pulled it out.
There wasn't much written on the paper.
But it was enough to change Breucy's expression.
Your father didn't leave because he wanted to abandon you all.
Breucy read the sentence over and over.
"What does this mean?"
Raka moved closer.
"Is there anything else written on it?"
Breucy turned the paper over.
The back was blank.
There was only one sentence.
Find the real reason.
Breucy stared at the paper for a long time.
All this time, she had always believed one story.
Her father had left.
He had never come back.
He had never contacted them.
But now someone was saying that things weren't the way she thought they were.
"I don't understand."
Naya looked at her.
"That's understandable."
"No. This isn't about whether it's understandable or not."
Breucy stood up.
"If my dad didn't leave because he wanted to abandon us, then why has he never come back?"
No one answered.
Because no one knew.
The afternoon wind began to blow.
The field, which was usually crowded, was starting to empty out.
Breucy put the paper back into the envelope.
"I'm going home."
Raka immediately stood up.
"But your mom told you not to come home."
"I need to know what's going on at home."
"Cy."
"I can't keep running away."
Naya looked at her.
"You're so stubborn."
"Maybe."
"But if you're going there, don't go alone."
Breucy looked at Raka.
"You're coming?"
Raka nodded.
"Obviously."
Breucy looked at Naya.
"You?"
Naya stood up.
"Me too."
The three of them finally left the field.
They didn't say much along the way.
Breucy kept watching the houses they passed.
Everything looked normal.
People were going about their usual activities.
Little kids were playing.
Vendors passed by.
Neighbors swept their yards.
There was no sign that anything strange had happened.
But that was exactly what made Breucy even more uncomfortable.
Sometimes the most dangerous things arrived unseen.
When they were almost at the alley leading to Breucy's house, Dimas suddenly appeared.
He came straight toward them.
"Breucy."
Breucy stopped.
"What is it?"
Dimas looked panicked.
"Don't go into your house yet."
Breucy stared at him.
"What now?"
Dimas looked at Raka and Naya.
"You haven't heard?"
"Heard what?" Raka asked.
Dimas took a breath.
"Someone came out of Breucy's house earlier."
Breucy immediately stepped closer.
"Who?"
Dimas shook his head.
"I don't know."
"What did they look like?"
"They were wearing a black jacket. Tall. Walked fast."
Breucy stared at her house in the distance.
"When did they leave?"
"About twenty minutes ago."
Breucy fell silent.
Twenty minutes.
That meant it had happened after her mother called.
That meant the person had still been there when her mother told her to stay away.
"Did anyone see them go in?"
Dimas answered,
"No."
"Then how do you know they came from my house?"
"Because they came out through the back door."
Breucy immediately looked at Raka.
The back door.
The same place where Raka had found the key.
The same place the sound of something falling had come from that morning.
Everything was connected again.
Suddenly, Breucy's phone rang.
A new message came in.
The same number.
This time, the message was only a few words.
You've started looking. Stop before it's too late.
Breucy read the message.
Her expression changed.
Raka immediately asked,
"Who is it from?"
Breucy didn't answer.
She only showed him her phone screen.
Naya read the message with a serious expression.
"They know we're here."
Breucy tightened her grip on her phone.
For the first time, she didn't feel afraid.
What surfaced instead was anger.
All this time, someone had been controlling her life from behind the scenes.
Hiding the truth.
Issuing warnings.
Making everyone stay quiet.
But this time was different.
Breucy refused to back down.
She stared at her house.
"I'm going inside."
Raka tried to stop her.
"Cy."
"If there's really something in my house, I have to see it for myself."
Naya looked at her for a few seconds.
Then she nodded.
"Then we'll go in together."
Breucy walked toward her house.
The front door was still closed.
The yard looked the same as it had that morning.
But now she knew.
Something was waiting inside.
Something that might change everything she had believed until now.