Sophia’s P.O.V

I stared at my phone like it had suddenly turned into a live grenade in my hand. Tristan’s name flashed across the screen, and for a moment I couldn’t even breathe. My fingers shook as I held the phone, and I felt Edmund and Vee instantly tense beside me.

“You… you have to take it,” Edmund said, his voice low but firm. “But… keep recording. If anything goes wrong, we need proof.”

Vee nodded, her expression tight. “Yeah, Sophia. Just… be ...