After hastily dressing myself and grabbing my phone, I quickly scan the limited contacts saved in it. The names of my closest confidants stare back at me: Demetri, Boris, Vlad, and Olga. Without hesitation, I dial Olga's number, my heart pounding with anticipation. As the call connects, I can hear the tremor in Olga's voice as she answers. "It's me," I say softly, the weight of recent events heavy in my words. Olga's response is immediate, her voice breaking with emotion. "I've been worried sick about you, Lilian," she confesses, her concern evident in every syllable. "The new said your house caught on electrical fire and your parents and brother passed away. They never said anything about you.. I'm so sorry." I am in shock with what she said. The Order covered up my family's deaths. Tear
