The words on Vivian's phone did not disappear. They remained there, cold and deliberate, as though whoever had sent them knew exactly the weight they carried. WE SHALL SEE. It was short, almost careless in appearance, but the silence that followed it was anything but light. The warmth that had filled the room only moments ago thinned into something sharper, something alert, as though the message itself had stepped into the space and refused to leave.
Sebastian took the phone from Vivian slowly, his eyes fixed on the screen as if trying to pull more from the words than what was written. His expression remained controlled, but something behind it shifted, tightening in a way that did not go unnoticed. "Unknown number?" he asked, his voice calm but edged with purpose.
Vivian nodded. "No ID. No trace."
