_Ezekiel’s POV_
The next morning, at exactly 7 AM, my father called.
The fact that he called himself rather than routing through his secretary told me it was not a routine check-in. My father communicated directly when he wanted something specific and when he wanted to make sure the instruction landed without being filtered through someone else’s interpretation.
I sighed and picked up, adjusting my boxers as I climbed out of bed towards the bathroom.
“Have you seen the news?” he asked instantly.
I had been awake since five. Following the updates on Rowena’s disappearance with the focus of someone who had information that might be relevant and was still deciding how to deploy it. I had the photo of Virella on my phone. I had been sitting with the question of when and to who
