Time seemed to stand still.
As the television was flicked back on, the same news began to surface everywhere. The usual static hum of the TV now felt like a distant echo. The screen glowed brightly, displaying bold letters.
TRAGIC NEWS FROM THE INDONESIAN FILM INDUSTRY.
Below it, Nathan’s face was plastered across the screen.
An old portrait of him had been set as the opening thumbnail. That charming smile, the same one they had seen in a different report earlier, now framed a story with a completely different ending.
Nayla froze. The warm pizza in her hand slipped, falling back onto the plate with a soft thud. The audio from the screen vibrated in her chest, triggering a wave of pain she couldn't suppress.
Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed from the inside. It wasn't becaus
