Chapter 89

Calla’s hands trembled as she clutched the report Kira had handed her, the words on the page blurring before her eyes. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat louder than the last, drowning out the quiet hum of the hotel room. She read the lines again, hoping—praying- that she had misread them. But the truth stared back at her in cold, clinical terms.

Milo was never poisoned.

The realisation h