Chapter 24 Tap Morse Code

• Kael stood apart from his men, the bitter smell of gun oil. His jaw clenched, one hand resting on the edge of a steel table where a few scattered weapons lay.
• Then his phone buzzed. A single message lit up the cracked screen.
• It was a photo of Liora. Her face pale, eyes swollen, a weariness etched into every line of her expression. She looked like she had been crying for hours, her posture slumped, shoulders drawn inward like she was trying to disappear into herself. A single line of text followed the picture: