Lumi’s POV
The message stays on my screen longer than it should, like if I stare at it long enough, it might change. My fingers tighten slightly around the phone, not shaking, just still.
“That doesn’t look like good news.”
Brianna’s voice pulls me back, I glance up.
She’s leaning against the bedpost now, arms folded, eyes sharp in a way that tells me she’s already read the situation without seeing the screen.
“It’s not,” I say quietly.
She tilts her head. “What is it?”
I hesitate, not because I want to hide it. But because saying it out loud makes it… heavier.
“Court hearing,” I say finally. “This weekend.”
A beat, then Brianna lets out a low whistle.
“Damn,” she mutters.
That’s it. No dramatic reaction, no further questions, just her quiet understanding. And that unsettles me
