Mia sat on the edge of the couch in Claire's living room, her mind still spinning from the events of the night that had now turned into the morning. The four of them were still all sprawled across different areas in Claire's living room, having turned it into some kind of HQ throughout the night, all pouring over their laptops or different documents that could help them.
Andrew was closest to her, sitting on the floor with his laptop on the living room table. His brows were creased as he looked at source after source. Mia had the urge to cross over to him and ease the crease away, but she knew to restrain herself.
The weight of the night's revelations hung heavy in the air as the morning sun crept through the cream curtains, pressing down on Mia's shoulders as she tried to make sense of everything.
Across the room, a man had suddenly appeared by the doorway, his broad frame filling it as he looked at the group with a mixture of surprise and concern.
