He didn't know what.
With a shake of his head, he moved to the bathroom, turning on the tap to splash cold water on his face. The reflection staring back at him in the mirror was the same as always—dark eyes, slightly tousled hair, a hint of exhaustion etched into his features.
"You're overthinking things," he muttered to himself.
But as he turned away, his phone buzzed in his pocket.
A message.
**Did you find what you were looking for?**
His stomach tightened.
No name. No number.
He clenched his jaw, typing a single response.
**Who is this?**
The reply came almost instantly.
**It doesn't matter. What matters is whether you're ready.**
Jude exhaled sharply. He was done with cryptic messages and half-truths. He needed something real.
