The photo stayed on the screen. Too real. Too close. Too dangerous.
Vivian didn't speak. Her eyes were fixed on it, like if she looked away, it would become true. That image. That doubt. That small crack trying to form between what she believed and what she saw.
Sebastian took the phone from her slowly. His face was calm—too calm. The kind of calm that came before something broke.
"They want confusion," he said quietly. Then after a short pause, "Then we give them clarity."
Vivian lifted her eyes to him. This time, there was no fear in them. Only decision. "Jackson."
Sebastian nodded once. No hesitation. He dialed and placed it on speaker.
The line rang. Once. Twice.
Then—"Sebastian."
Jackson's voice came smooth. Relaxed. Like nothing had happened. Like he had not just shaken their world.
"You sound comfortable," Sebastian said calmly.
A soft chuckle came from the other end. "I should ask you the same. Honeymoon should be peaceful."
