Samuel sat in the dim hospital room, his eyes fixed on Zinnia's pale face. His heart ached as he watched her lying there, unconscious, her chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. His mind raced, but through the chaos, one thought stood out clearly: he had to protect her. No matter what it took, no matter who was behind this, he would never let it happen again.
Whoever did this had gone too far. They had used James's voice, his image—it was cruel and calculated. They knew exactly how to hurt Zinnia and how to reach the deepest parts of her heart. And by hurting her, they had found a way to hurt him too. But now Samuel was done reacting. He needed to take control.
He stared at Zinnia, and his thoughts sharpened. Whoever did this had access to things they shouldn't have—old photos of James, voice manipulation software. This wasn't random. It was planned professionally. That meant one thing: whoever was behind this had resources. Samuel needed more information.
