The morning light broke through the curtains in thin, weary bands.
Zahra hadn’t slept.
The report lay open on her desk, the paper heavy with words that tasted like metal. Aesir stood behind her, his hair still damp from the shower, a cup of coffee in his hand. The scent of roasted beans and exhaustion filled the room.
She didn’t look up when she spoke.
“It’s confirmed.”
Aesir frowned. “Confirmed?”
“The driver. The one who tried to hit us on the highway. He’s the same man who forced James’s car off the bridge.”
He froze. “The same man?”
She nodded once. “The same.”
Silence settled between them sharp and tight, like the moment before glass breaks. Zahra’s eyes stayed fixed on the report, scanning each line though she’d already memorized it.
Aesir stepped closer, setting his cup dow
