Caroline’s Point of View
The steady hum of my office fills the air as I sit at my drafting table, pencil in hand. The world around me fades as I lose myself in the delicate lines and curves of the necklace I’m sketching. Designing has always been my sanctuary—a place where the noise of life quiets and my thoughts can flow freely.
Today, however, there’s a faint buzz of unease that I can’t quite shake. Something feels off, though I can’t put my finger on it.
“Caroline,” Lisa’s voice cuts through the silence, breaking my focus.
I look up to see her standing in the doorway, a nervous energy radiating from her. She’s holding her tablet, her fingers gripping it tightly. “You’re not going to believe this.”
“What is it?” I ask, setting my pencil down and gesturing for her to come closer.
She hesitates, then steps into the room and places the tablet in front of
