The unexpected call from Matthew caught Stella off guard, her expression changing subtly as she listened to him.

Gripping her phone tightly, she managed a calm response.

“I’m at the studio.

Let’s talk over lunch if you’re free.

Matthew agreed without hesitation.

After Stella hung up, her expression grew somber.

Entering the studio, she tried to focus on the backlog of design sketches, but her thoughts were scattered, her pencil moving almost aimlessly across the paper.

Suddenly, the image of the man in the wheelchair she had glimpsed earlier flashed through her mind.

Snapping back to reality, she realized she had inadvertently sketched his piercing cold eyes.

They seemed hauntingly familiar!

frowned in concentration, trying to piece together the fleeting image from the rearview

she pondered over the drawing, the doorbell

was Matthew, arriving much

here already? I thought we agreed to meet for

one of concern as he observed

their phone call and couldn’t concentrate at

was worried

going on? You seemed different

her, looking for any

Stella began

I called Miley, only to find out

I took a

the flicker of fear in her

straight to

noticed the brief tremble in

her gaze, searching

on the way? Stella, please

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