*Florence – Claire's Apartment, Midnight*
The soft clatter of rain against the windows should have been soothing. But Claire sat frozen on the couch, phone still in her hand, that *unknown number* burning a hole in her thoughts.
Edward walked out from the kitchen with two mugs of chamomile.
“I added honey," he said. “Not because you asked, but because I'm codependent."
Claire didn't laugh. She was still staring at her screen.
He immediately sat beside her. “Claire?"
She looked up, startled. “Sorry. Just… tired."
He gently took the phone from her hand. His gaze flicked to the screen.
“Unknown caller?" he asked.
She gave a tight nod.
Edward's brow furrowed. “Do you think it's—"
Before he could finish, the doorbell rang.
Once.
Then again.
Claire's heart plummeted.
Edward was al
