Chapter 15

The morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, gently illuminating the room as Osiris stirred from his slumber. His eyes blinked open, and a sense of contentment washed over him, as if the weight of the world had lifted from his shoulders. With a stretch and a yawn, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, his feet finding the cool surface of the floor.

As he stood, a rush of determination surged within him. The events of the previous day, the conversations and connections he had forged, had ignited a fire within him. He was no longer in the dark; he had a lead, a direction to follow, and the knowledge that Martha was not an enigma beyond reach.

With a renewed sense of purpose, he reached for his phone, scrolling through the messages once again. Each word seemed to resonate with newfound clarity, a roadmap of possibilities. His fingers traced over the text, as if seeking confirmation that this was not a figment of his imagination.

His heart beat with a steady rhythm, a cade