"So, Helena, I've been going over the files," Charlotte began, her voice firm but laced with a hint of curiosity. "MissaX.21.09.13. What does it mean to you?"
Helena nodded, a silent understanding passing between them. MissaX.21.09.13.Charlotte.Stokely.Helena.Locke....
The dimly lit room was filled with the soft hum of machinery, a constant heartbeat in the background of their conversation. Charlotte Stokely sat across from Helena Locke, the air between them thick with unspoken words. "So, Helena, I've been going over the files,"
"I don't remember," Charlotte said, her voice barely above a whisper. I've been going over the files
As Helena spoke, the machinery in the background seemed to pulse with a newfound intensity, as if it too were alive and responding to their conversation.