"I know how to get in contact with Nora."
The room fell silent, the weight of the revelation settling like a heavy cloud. My breath hitches, my mind racing.
"Nora?" Sienna echoes, her tone laced with disbelief. She turns to me. "That’s… your birth mother, isn’t it?"
I nod my head slowly, my face pale. "Yes," I whisper. "But I don’t understand. Why would someone text that to my mom? What does this have to do with her disappearance?"
Mark crosses his arms, his brow furrow. "That’s what we need to figure out. Whoever sent this message clearly thought Ciara would act on it. Maybe they were trying to bait her into something."
"Or maybe she did act on it," Drake says, his voice low. "It might explain why she left the apartment last night without telling anyone where she was going."
I shake
