Lucas turned the screen toward Evelyn, Reginald, and Marcus, displaying Elena's desperate text message: a clear, urgent plea for help.
Evelyn's eyes widened as she read the short message. Reginald leaned in, his brow furrowing deeper with every word. For a moment, both seemed frozen—why had Elena asked Lucas for help and not them?
"She… she sent this to you?" Evelyn's voice was tight, barely above a whisper. Her elegant hands trembled as she looked between Lucas and Reginald, searching for answers she couldn't quite form.
Reginald's face was a mask of suppressed emotion.
Lucas met their gazes, his own face honest, "Yes."
