Thunder cracked beyond the glass.
The lights flickered.
Once.
Twice.
Then went dark.
Emergency lighting came on red along the floor.
Martin’s laptop remained glowing.
Rebecca grabbed her phone.
Declan moved toward the conference room door.
“Security.”
Nobody answered.
Grace’s phone vibrated again.
Unknown number.
One photograph.
Taken seconds earlier.
Grace standing inside the dark conference room.
Hand over her pregnant stomach.
Photographed through the glass.
From somewhere outside.
Beneath it were six words.
WE CAN SEE HER ALREADY.
