Roman's vision blurred for a moment, the comments on the screen smearing into streaks of light as his thoughts crashed into one another. Too many pieces. Too many questions.
Then, something clicked.
His gaze sharpened, breath steadying as an idea cut clean through the noise.
"You all saw it," he said, his voice steady but carrying weight. "Leo is not in a coma."
His gaze hardened slightly. "So if you want answers, come and witness it for yourselves." He took a small breath. "Because the truth shouldn't be hidden behind closed doors."
For a split second, nothing happened. Then, suddenly, the comment section exploded.
I'm heading there now!
No one is leaving that house!
They played us, and we won't let them get away with it!
The flood came fast, relentless, charged with anger.
Roman felt it, felt the shift, and a slow warmth spread through his chest, loosening something tight inside him. He exhaled, long and measured, his grip easing slightly on the phone.
