The Hart mansion
Julian phone rang
The screen flickered once…Then stabilized.
A small, almost imperceptible tremor.... as though even the technology understood the weight of what it was about to carry.
She picked it up and for a moment, no one spoke.
The silence stretched across the connection like something physical. Like a held breath shared between two rooms that existed in entirely different worlds.
On one side of the screen sat Juliana Hart and Hector Hart, framed by the familiar elegance of their private study, dim lighting casting everything in amber and shadow, polished wood reflecting the glow of the screen back at them.
On the other side…
It was her
Seraphina Hart.
Alive and whole
