My heart races with so many thoughts that my brain struggles to grasp the context of the situation. It feels like a whirlwind of questions is swirling in my head, making it impossible to continue the conversation through text. So, I decide to call Alexander, my fingers tapping nervously on the screen. He picks up on the third ring. "Hello," he says, his voice steady but curious.
"Alex, what’s going on? What do you mean by the footage is ready? Didn’t you give the footage to Kai?" I ask ramping with with questions, my tone laced with urgency. I’ve asked him this before, but I need to hear it again because it’s hard for me to believe that things could have changed so suddenly.
"No, I didn’t. I was supposed to hand the footage over today when I was leaving, but Kai isn’t home," he replies,
