Alexander felt Victoria stir beside him. "Alex?" she murmured, still drowsy, reaching for him. Her fingers brushed his arm, and he felt the warmth of her hand, grounding him momentarily.
He closed his eyes, steeling himself, before whispering, "Victoria..."
Something in his tone snapped her awake instantly. Her eyes opened to find the tension etched on his face. "What’s wrong?" she asked, her voice trembling as she sat up, clutching the blanket to her chest.
Alexander sighed heavily and closed his eyes firmly. Then he handed her the phone in silence, watching her expression shift from confusion to horror as she took in the images.
Her eyes widened, and her hand flew to her mouth. "Oh my God… Heinrich, Isabella—they’re…" Her voice cracked, and she looked back at Alexander. "Alex, what…
