Sophia
The call came in the middle of the day.
I was lying on my bed with my hand over my stomach, staring at the ceiling like it could explain anything. My phone lit up beside me. Benjamin.
I hesitated. Then I picked it up.
His voice was rushed. “So I couldn’t rest after you showed me that photo,” he said, barely breathing. “Did some digging. Mike’s meeting again tonight. Same guy. Something’s going down.”
I sat up too fast. My heart thudded.
“Wait—what kind of meeting?”
“Private. Off-the-record kind of stuff. You remember that alley near the docks? Same car. Same time. I didn’t get too close,”.
“There's a recording tho,”
There was a pause. I didn’t say anything, just listened to the sound of paper rustling and muffled breathing on his end.
Then I heard the voice recording come
