I stared at them, confusion cutting through the exhaustion and grief. "What are you talking about? What news?"
Camille's hand was shaking slightly as she grabbed the remote from the coffee table. She turned on the TV mounted on the wall, navigating quickly to a news channel.
"This has been playing on loop for the past three hours," she said quietly. "Every major network. Every country. The entire world has seen it."
The screen flickered to life, showing a female news anchor with that practiced expression of grave concern they all wore for serious stories.
"—unprecedented broadcast that appeared simultaneously across multiple platforms approximately nine hours ago. We warn viewers that the following content may be disturbing—"
The feed cut to different footage. Grainy. Shot from what looked like a phone camera. The setting was immediately recognizable—Hugo's office. The same office I'd just fled from.
And there, standing over two bodies, was Mark.
