Zara’s POV
As soon as I slid into the driver’s seat, my hands trembled around the phone. I typed out a quick message to Sienna about the missing footage, adding that Michael was already working to recover it.
I pressed send before I could second-guess myself, then sat still and waited, eyes glued to the screen.
Her reply lit up almost instantly. Don’t worry, I already handled it.
I read the message again, hoping the words would make themselves true. A little relief eased my chest for a second, but the unease never left. The unease inside me was still there, twisting, scratching, refusing to let go.
I leaned back against the seat, closing my eyes briefly, the phone slipping a little in my grip. I wanted to believe her, to let her confidence be mine too. But deep down I knew this was no
