Dahlia couldn’t shake off the text message she received the night before. She barely slept, and by morning, her head was pounding from exhaustion. As she walked into the office, she headed straight for the pantry, desperate for a coffee to start her day. There, she found Veron sitting at one of the tables, staring into space with a contemplative look on his face.
Quietly, Dahlia approached him and sank into the seat next to him with a sigh. For a few minutes, they both sat in silence, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken thoughts. Dahlia took out her phone and showed Veron the messages she had received.
“What’s this about?” Veron asked, his curiosity piqued as he glanced at the screen.
“Read it,” Dahlia said, her voice weary as she took another sip of her coffee. “Someone sent this to me
