The girl is on her knees, small hands trembling, tears slipping quietly into the water beneath her.
“Dad…?” she whispers, broken.
Adrian freezes in the doorway.
The camera inches closer as he steps forward, his voice low, tight with confusion.
“Why is she on the floor…?”
Celeste doesn’t move. She lifts her glass slightly, eyes cold.
“She’s not yours.”
The air tightens.
The girl’s fingers shake as she lifts a small bracelet, holding it up like it might save her.
“Grandpa said… give this to you…”
Silence again—but heavier now. Adrian’s breath falters.
The camera pushes in—closer—closer—until his face begins to crack.
“…what did you say?” he whispers.
The girl looks at him, barely holding herself together.
“I’m your daughter…”
A glass shatters somewhere off-screen.
“She told you the child was dead too?!” a woman’s voice cuts through the air.
Everything breaks.
