Sophia sat in her dimly lit cabin, her eyes fixed on a small note in her trembling hands. The world outside the window seemed eerily still, as if it too held its breath in anticipation of the next move. The air in the room was heavy with tension, the silence only broken by the occasional creak of her chair as she shifted uncomfortably.
Andrew James entered quietly, his sharp eyes immediately picking up on her unease. “Sophia,” he said softly, closing the door behind him. “What’s going on? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Sophia didn’t reply at first. She simply extended the note toward him, her hand unsteady. Andrew frowned, taking it from her. His eyes scanned the words, and his jaw clenched as he read:
“You’ll receive Carla in many packages. It’s only a matter of time.”
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