(Ryan's POV)
Voices drifted up the stairs—but not the usual morning chatter. This was sharper. More tense.
My parents’ voices were mixed in with a few others I recognized—our Beta, Garrett. Elaine from PR. And Colin, the guy who basically lived in the comms room tracking online chatter like his life depended on it.
Something was definitely up.
My body moved on instinct as I crept down the stairs, my ears pricked as I tried to listen in on what was being discussed.
The moment I reached the landing, I knew. I f*****g knew. They were talking about her. About Ashleigh.
I made my way down the hallway, my steps light. Silent. Then I paused again, standing just outside the doorway to my dad’s office, listening intently.
“…tail swipe is the most concerning frame,” Colin was saying. “I’ve sl
