Chapter 75

The glow of my phone screen illuminates the dimly lit apartment, casting shadows that feel heavier than they should. My pulse hammers in my ears, a constant drumbeat of urgency, of fear.

I hesitate only for a second before typing out the message.

— I'll consider your offer. But I want proof my mother is alive. Send me a video, and then we talk.

A calculated move. A necessary one.

My thumb hovers over the send button, my breath shallow, my fingers tingling with barely restrained panic.

Then, before doubt can creep in, I press it.

Message sent.

Lydia inhales sharply beside me, her presence grounding me, even as the air in the apartment thickens with tension. She reads the message over my shoulder, her body going rigid.

"Emma, what the hell are you doing?" Her voice is sharp, edged with disbelief.

I don't flinch. I don't waver. My gaze stays locked on the screen, waiting for the response I know is coming.