Jacob’s mind raced as he stared at the screen, his eyes widening in shock and disbelief. The beer slipped from his hand, falling from his grasp and spilling across the floor with a muffled clatter. The contents of the bottle spread out, soaking into the carpet, but Jacob barely noticed.
His entire focus was on the television, where a familiar face was being broadcasted. The name “Lena Taylor” flashed across the screen, accompanied by a series of urgent headlines and breaking news alerts. Jacob’s heart pounded in his chest as he realised the gravity of the situation.