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Continuing the moment, Cataleya cleared her throat as she breathed in before walking out of the restroom & had make her way back to the others.

She remembered something as she looked at the pictures. "Ayo Dorn, can you search up Mexico 2007 news."

Dorn looked up as he knitted his brows. "Why would you wanna—"

"Did I stutter?"

Dorn gave up & typed in what she wanted as he played the news reporter.

'Breaking News – June 2007, Mexico'

Reporter: "Good evening. We are coming to you with a heartbreaking story that has rocked a small town here in Mexico. Earlier this week, tragedy struck as two parents were found murdered under mysterious circumstances. The victims, a couple in their late thirties, were discovered lifeless inside their home, with no clear suspect in sight.

However, what makes this case even more devastating is the survival of their ten-year-old daughter, who was found alone, grieving, and traumatized. She has been left without any family to turn to, and authorities believe she may have witnessed the brutal attack on her parents.

The child, who has not yet been identified for her safety, is now missing. Officials are working tirelessly to track her down as they fear she may be in danger from those responsible for her parents' deaths. In a strange twist, investigators have captured a suspect – a man with blonde hair – who was found parked near the crime scene.

Authorities are still unclear as to the man's connection to the case, but a peculiar detail was discovered. Inside the vehicle, a flower was found, alongside a piece of paper with the name 'Cataleya' written on it.

At this time, no formal charges have been made, and the investigation remains open. The name 'Cataleya' is of particular interest to law enforcement, though the meaning of it is still unclear.

Could it be a clue pointing to a deeper connection between the suspect and the family, or perhaps the name of the victim's daughter? Whatever the case, the community is on edge as the search for the missing child intensifies. Authorities are urging anyone with information to come forward.

This is a developing story, and we will continue to update you as more details become available. For now, we send our thoughts to the young girl who has been left to navigate this nightmare alone. We will keep you updated on any new leads in the case as this unsettling mystery unfolds.

Reporting from Mexico, this is Lisa, bringing you the latest."

She was lost in her own thoughts, her hands trembling slightly as the weight of the news hit her all over again. The flower. The name. Her name. It all tied back to that night, to the ones responsible for her parents' deaths—and perhaps, to the very man who had haunted her every thought for years.

She snapped out of her daze as Dorn finished reading, glancing up at her. "That's some messed-up shit. Though why does it sound like your name?"

The room felt suffocating as the weight of Cataleya's words hung in the air. The soft hum of the computer, the rustling of paper, and the tense silence around her—all of it seemed to fade as she stood there, her mind spinning with realizations she had long buried.

Armando, who had been waiting for her to process the video, stepped closer, sensing the shift in her demeanor. His eyes softened, but he didn't speak. He could see it—the agony unfolding in Cataleya's eyes, the pain of a past that had never truly let go.

"Remember how your mother always mentioned my name?" Cataleya's voice was barely above a whisper, trembling with emotion. Armando waited for her to continue as he knew what she was talking about. She was no longer addressing anyone in particular, but the words spilled out, like a dam breaking. "Saying it reminded her of someone she knew of. How this person mentioned the flower Cataleya. How it was his favorite and that I could've been everyone's favorite but kept me to herself cause she said I wouldn't be safe nowhere else?"

As she spoke, the pieces fell into place, one after another. The mention of the flower, the connection to her name, the man with blonde hair—it was all tying together. The memories from her childhood, the vague stories her mother had shared, the secrecy that had surrounded her life—it all became clear.

"James." She mentioned him as her teeth gritted together in anger. "He had my parents killed, in front of me." A tear rolled down as she spoke the last part in a hushed voice.

Cataleya's breath hitched, and she tried to steady herself, but the tears started to fall without warning. Her eyes darted to the pictures of Mexico, her fingers trembling as she searched through the images, trying to find what her mind had already connected.

A woman's face caught her eye—her grandmother. The same woman who had taken care of her when her parents were gone, the woman who had sheltered her in the wake of their death. The image in front of her was too real, too vivid. There was blood on the ground. Her grandmother's lifeless body lay sprawled across the floor.

Cataleya stepped back, her hand coming to her mouth, her forehead pressed against her palm as the sight before her became too much. The image of her grandmother's death—her last connection to a life she once knew—stared back at her, unyielding and cruel.

"He did it." She whispered, her voice breaking. "He took the last piece of me."

Her body trembled as the weight of the revelation crushed her. The tears flowed freely now, each one a reminder of the innocence that had been ripped away from her. She turned around slowly, her face pale, her expression drained of emotion, as though the life had been drained from her.

Mike, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward. His hand gently touched her shoulder, offering a silent comfort. His eyes were full of understanding, but there was little anyone could say to soothe the raw pain she felt.

Armando remained still, his gaze unwavering, as he took in the brokenness of the girl standing before him. The image of Cataleya—the once fierce, untouchable force—was now replaced by someone completely different. Someone shattered by the truth.

Cataleya's mind raced, but it was almost as if the shock of the revelation had rendered her speechless. She had known, deep down, that the man who had ordered her parents' death was close—too close. But the realization that he had taken everything from her, that he had killed her grandmother too, was more than she could handle.

It wasn't just a revenge plot anymore. It was personal.

"I'm going after him." Cataleya finally said, her voice raw but determined. She wiped her eyes, the weight of her grief still heavy, but now mixed with a cold, unwavering resolve. "I'll find him. I'll make him pay."

Armando stepped closer to her, his expression serious. "You won't be alone. But you need to be careful. He's more dangerous than you think."

Cataleya nodded, the fire in her eyes burning brighter than ever. "I've been careful my whole life, Armando. It's time to stop running."

Her mind was set. No more hiding. No more waiting. The man who had taken everything from her would face her, and she would make sure he knew exactly who he was up against. The girl he tried to destroy was no longer just a victim. She was going to become his worst nightmare.

"Just know that we are also there to end his life. Don't think you're taking this all alone by yourself." Mike said. "You should not worry."

With a final glance at the pictures of Mexico, Cataleya walked out of the room, her purpose clear.

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