"Wrong number."
Silas slammed the phone down, irritation flaring. These scam calls were getting more outrageous by the minute.
Despite his skepticism, he immediately stabbed out a text to his assistant: "Find out if Elara bought insurance lately."
Shoving down the unease coiling in his gut, he headed to freshen up before breakfast.
The morning news blared from the TV. "Last night, a woman plunged from Central Hospital's rooftop. Police are investigating, and the victim's identity remains undisclosed."
Silas's fork froze mid-air. The dread he'd fought off came roaring back, a vise around his lungs.
Beside him, Lila's fork hit the tiles with a clang, her face going ghost-white.
His sharp gaze pinned her. "What's wrong." he growled.
"I—I just got spooked," she stammered, scrambling fo
