Chapter 12 Honeymoon?

• My phone buzzed on the dark wooden bedside table, its soft but sharp sound cutting through the silence of my room, still heavy with the disappointment from earlier that evening. The screen glowed faintly, Sis Elin’s name flashing in the darkness, drawing my attention.
• I picked it up, my fingers trembling slightly, and her voice came through, cheerful yet firm, laced with unclear intent. “Riko, once you’ve showered, come to the balcony, okay?” she said, her words quick, leaving no room for questions.
• Before I could respond, the call ended with a short, sharp tone, leaving a heavy silence in my ear.