They were quieter.
Colder.
More dangerous.
Rebecca’s tears spilled freely.
Benjamin saw it.
Felt it.
Every second stretching, tightening, threatening to snap.
And somewhere beyond the chaos—
A red recording light blinked.
Sarah Mitchell hadn’t planned for this.
She sat in her car just beyond the gates, camera trembling slightly in her hands as she zoomed in. What started as a routine feature assignment had turned into something else entirely.
Something wrong.
She had noticed the patrol cars earlier.
Too many.
Too frequent.
Too intentional.
Now she understood why.
“Jesus…” she whispered.
Her finger hovered over the live broadcast button.
Then pressed.
Forty thousand people tuned in within minutes.
Watching.
Witnessing.
Judging.
But inside the garden—
No one knew.
No one except Benjamin.
Because he had seen her.
Just a glimpse.
Just enough.
And something in his chest shifted.
