After copying the surveillance footage, Claire and I went straight to the law firm to submit the evidence, ready for one last negotiation with Serina.
The moment I stepped out of the firm, my phone rang. It was a police officer friend of mine—he lived next door, and we'd always been on good terms.
When I answered, his voice carried a strange weight.
"Has Serina been acting... off lately?"
A bad premonition surged in my chest. "Enzo, just tell me directly."
"At the camping base, someone made a few frivolous remarks at the guy. Serina snapped, smashed a bottle over his head, and was taken to the station for mediation." He hesitated. "It's hard to explain... I'll send you the footage from the station's security cameras."
Not long after, my message notification pinged.
With trembling hands, I opened the video.
On the screen, Beckett had his arms wrapped around a bruised Serina, tears streaming down his face.
"Serina, there's something I've held back for so long. But today—I have to say it."
"I like you. I really, really like you."
"If Marvin hadn't gotten in the way, I would've confessed first!"