Alora's POV
I found it at seven-fourteen AM.
Not because I was looking for it — I wasn't in the habit of searching for coverage of my own name, a practice I'd decided early on was the fastest route to losing my mind. I found it because Claire sent it at seven-thirteen with a message that was simply her name in capitals, repeated three times, which was Claire's specific shorthand for I need you to see this immediately and I don't have words for it yet.
ALORAALORAALORA
I was in the kitchen. Toast in the toaster, coffee pulling, standing at the counter in the hoodie and the sleep shorts that had become my standard morning uniform in the penthouse because the penthouse was warm and I was the only person in the kitchen at this hour and comfort was available, so comfort was what I chose.
I opened the link.
The photo was good.
