The phone vibrated softly on the table, drawing Katrine's attention away from the half eaten donut in front of her. She frowned, glancing at the screen.
"Anna?" she muttered under her breath before opening the message.
You said you have Mom's phone. I need you to send me all the photos from it.
Katrine's brows knit together instantly.
"What is she up to now?" she thought, a flicker of unease stirring in her chest. And why would she suddenly want that?
She lifted her eyes briefly, meeting Ethan's curious gaze. "Sorry," she said lightly. "Family thing."
"No rush," he replied, waving it off as he reached for his coffee.
Katrine looked back at her phone, doubt lingering. Ever since the attack, she had kept their mother's phone with her at all times. It was not just a device anymore. It felt like evidence. Something important she had not fully understood yet.
Still, Anna would not ask without reason.
