Morana's Point Of View
Lying on my bed, I let out a slow exhale, rubbing my temples as I tried to push the exhaustion of the day away. My body ached from the sheer amount of work I had done, the endless files, the frustrating meetings, and the confrontation with Ethan. But despite all that, sleep refused to come.
I wasn't at peace, something felt off.
Then, the soft vibration of my phone cut through the silence of the room. I grabbed it from the nightstand and glanced at the screen.
Leon.
My brows furrowed. He had sent an attachment.
I sat up, unlocking my phone and clicking on it.
A series of images loaded onto my screen.
The first one made my heart stop.
Nancy.
Her face was bruised, one eye swollen shut, a dark purplish mark staining her cheek.
I inhaled sharply.
My thumb swiped to the next image.
Nancy's arm.
Covered in scars and cigarette burns. Fresh wounds mixed with old ones, a painful mosaic of suffering.
My grip on the phone tightened.
"What the hell!"
