WAYNE MANSION
Saturday morning at Ethan’s house started off light and easy. Helen sat cross-legged on his couch, sipping coffee and laughing at one of his stories about work.
The sun streamed through the windows, bathing the room in a warm glow. Ethan seemed relaxed, but his phone wouldn’t stop buzzing.
The first time it rang, he barely glanced at the screen before silencing it with a sigh.
Helen noticed and smirked. “Who’s the stalker? Some obsessed caller trying to win your heart?” she joked.
Ethan chuckled, shaking his head. “Nothing that dramatic. Just ignore it, don't let it bother you," he said.
But the phone rang again, then again. By the third time, Helen raised an eyebrow. “Okay, seriously. Who’s calling you? You’re acting like you don’t want to deal with this—or them. W
