Between the Lines
Noah adjusted the straps of his bag and turned toward Kelvin, who sat hunched over his tablet, fingers gliding across the screen at lightning speed. The dim glow from multiple floating holograms reflected in his eyes, his focus absolute.
"Anything?" Noah asked, pulling his hoodie from the chair.
Kelvin barely reacted, still scrolling through lines of data. "Not yet. Nothing substantial, at least. No birth records. No family history. Lila's parents are ghosts, man." He sighed, rubbing his temple. "It's like they just popped into existence one day and decided to play house."
Noah exhaled sharply. He had been hoping for something—a clue, a slip-up, anything—but the deeper they dug, the less they found.
"I'm meeting Lila tonight," he said, slipping the hoodie on but leaving it unzipped.
That got Kelvin's attention. His eyes flicked up briefly before returning to his work. "Where?"
