“I thought I knew my family… until the day I found the note. It wasn’t signed. It didn’t need to be. The words whispered a truth I couldn’t unhear: I wasn’t safe… not even at home. Every smile I had trusted now felt like a mask. Every familiar laugh… a warning I had ignored. My brother, my mother, even the walls themselves seemed to watch me differently. I wanted to believe it was a mistake. A cruel prank. But the handwriting… it was too deliberate. Too precise. That night, I couldn’t sleep. Shadows in the corners of the room stretched longer, sharper, as if they knew something I didn’t. And deep down, I realized the note wasn’t just a warning. It was a beginning. A beginning of knowing the family I thought I loved… by them