320: The Unseen Hand

In the understated elegance of Emma's home office, the air was thick with a mixture of concern and speculation. She sat across from Wayne, her face a mask of contemplation, reflecting the gravity of their family's plight. Emma leaned forward, her voice low and steady, "It's becoming clear that this isn't just targeting us individually. It’s broader, affecting anyone connected to us. Dad's peculiar silence suggests he knows something crucial but is holding back. Why won't he share?" Outside, the wind rustled through the autumn leaves, a stark contrast to the stillness inside. Wayne nodded slowly, his eyes fixed on a distant point as he processed Emma's words. Every day, amidst their tumultuous schedules, they found moments to visit Gable in the hospital. His condition cast a shadow over their gatherings—stable yet unresponsive. The doctors had prepared them for all possibilities, yet hope was a stubborn flame in the dimming light. Emma's thoughts were interrupted by Maxwell'