Liora's mouth opened. Closed. Her hands started to shake.
"My mom," she said, the words barely holding together. "They said they have my mom."
The room felt smaller instantly. Not because anything moved—but because everything suddenly mattered.
Evelyn was on her feet in a second. She didn't raise her voice. Didn't rush toward Liora. Panic was contagious; she wasn't about to let it spread.
"Sit down," Evelyn said, firm but calm.
Liora shook her head. "We have to call the police. Or Milan. Or—"
"Sit," Evelyn repeated, sharper now.
Something in her tone cut through the spiral. Liora dropped onto the couch, breathing unevenly, fingers digging into her sleeves.
Evelyn picked up the phone from the floor and looked at the call log. Unknown number. No location. No trace.
"Listen to me," Evelyn said, crouching in front of her. "We don't do anything until we understand what they want."
"They took her," Liora whispered. "They actually took her."
