Anna had been anxiously biting her nails, torn between curiosity and dread. She sat on the bed, the remote clutched tightly in her hand, debating whether to turn on the news channel where her father was set to give his press statement.
Part of her wanted to know what he would say. The other part feared she already knew.
Because deep down, she sensed it the moment that text had arrived last night.
Yes, the message. "I'm back, Anna."
The words had been brief, but they carried the weight of a storm. She didn't need to guess twice who it was from. It could only be Kathrine.
Who else would return out of nowhere, just when everything had finally started to feel… steady?
"Perfect timing," Anna muttered under her breath, her voice dripping with irony. She tried to laugh, but it came out hollow.
Still, beneath the annoyance, a flicker of fear crept through her chest—cold and unwelcome. Her throat tightened as she glanced to her side.
